All through my childhood, I heard those words – Daylight in
the swamp... They were spoken to me
gently - early in the morning, by my
father, as he knocked softly on my closed bedroom door. Upon hearing his “wake-up call”, I would rise to the adventure that would begin well before the sun made its appearance.
Many times, it was to alert me that the VW station wagon and boat
trailer would be leaving soon, heading to the Bay to troll for steelies –
steelhead trout. Sometimes it was just to rouse me for school. But it didn’t matter, as it was a treasured
moment just the same.
Oh how I miss those days.
This morning as I woke in my little cabin, I could hear the
percolator coffee pot starting its brew.
Hubby Russ is a creature of habit, never deviating from his schedule in
the morning, so I knew in a moment, he would be turning down the burner under
the coffee pot, and heading outside to wait for it to perk and settle. As I rose, I thought of my Dad and his way of
waking me. I had to chuckle, as our
cabin feels like “daylight in the swamp” – it takes a lot for the light to
shine in – as we are in the woods.
I suppose I’ve been thinking a lot about life growing up on
Little Traverse Bay {Lake Michigan} lately.
At the end of the month, I will be starting a new adventure. Each week, I will be spending the lion’s
share of the week days with my Mom, at her beautiful home. I will come home on weekends, and then head back "up north" each Monday. This is for the snow-less months.
Needless to say, this is a huge step for
me. One that I don’t take lightly. I will miss my mornings with the sled dogs,
doling out treats, brushing the Siberians, and doing all the maintenance a dog
yard requires.
I will also miss our daily
walks in the woods, my connection to our animals and wildlife.
I will miss Russ, who will have a quiet
existence without me there, to provide meals, laughter and meaningful
conversation. However, that being said,
Russ encouraged me to go. Upon praying
on the decision, I felt called to go. So
I will be obedient and do so.
And so I head north...to my hometown.
It will be an adjustment, to go from a cabin with no running
water, and an outhouse, to my Mom’s beautiful home. I will be living like “royalty” in many
ways. I will have my own private area, and the door leading outside spills out into a wooded area that
connects to Bear River – complete with walking trails. When I was there on Mother’s Day, presenting
this idea, a red cardinal kept appearing on the porch railing, and a doe and
last year’s fawn stepped out and were a few feet from the door. {I have always dreaded leaving my 40 acres of
wildlife, but it appears I will see more, in this setting!} Plus, I grew up living one block from her
current home, so this is where I spent my childhood playing, dreaming, and
growing up. {This past May would have
been my dear Dad’s 86th birthday – he passed quickly (diagnosed in
late July, and died early September) with brain cancer at the age of 60 – he
was an amazing man, incredible father, and my best friend.}
This new change will start the end of this month, Lord
willing. It is requiring some changes in
structure, but I’m optimistic that it will work out as God’s will.
More on that later…
Until next time, Lord willing,
Sherry
P.S. Yes, I’m still
battling, as I have been for the last two years, the issue of remarriage. {See “The Seeker” Blog for the entire story.} I struggle with marriage being a covenant
with God, breakable only by death. Hence, there is no room for a 2nd marriage, if your first spouse is still alive. And
so it goes. I am praying for clarity to
come soon, but I know the Lord will reveal His truth to me when I am ready. And only then.
P.S.S. And yes...I will write about May's Amish Auction soon... I am heading to see my Amish friends this week.
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