Labor Day Moments

Labor Day often means work here.  

Sometimes that's alright, except we needed a little rest that didn't include more school, more housework, more homestead work, or more garden work.   

It's such a blessing that we live only an hour from our cabin.

It's also such a blessing to be able to say,

"Gals, throw your swimsuit and a sweatshirt in something and grab your sleeping bags;

we're going to the cabin!"

(AND THE CROWD GOES WILD.)

At the cabin, I find myself perching on a log in the middle of the creek and just listening.  

Why is it so much easier to hear God's voice here?  

I jaunt about the woods and frolic in the creek with my family.

Together we admire the Pennsylvania splendor ~ a wildness away from the things of man.

I marvel at how He made the goldenrod exquisitely golden.

Its tall shafts across a meadow's foundation gleam delicately now 

and promise more delightful autumn to come.  

We spend these

Moments listening,

Moments watching,

Moments laughing,

Moments refreshing.