Dreams

This is W's grandpa's barn. I have a thing for barns. I told W one day I want to drive all through the midwest and stop at any cool looking barn we see from the road. Something about barns scream country living to me. I have always wanted to be a country girl. Live on a big farm and have chickens running around my yard. Spend our summers harvesting from our huge rows of tomatoes, corn, lettuce, and all the other delicious vegetables we'd grow. Spend our fall days picking apples straight from the tree branches shading our yard. Spend the long cold winters cuddling by the fire roasting chestnuts. Spend our springs watching everything come into bloom from our huge open windows and picking wildflowers to dot our table in the evenings. 

I love to dream about these things with the man I will spend the rest of my life with. Dreams of growing old together and watching our children's children grow up. 

Yet I have to remind myself everyday is not guaranteed to me. I must remember how big our God is and that He could wipe this life of mine away in one breath. So as much as I love to dream I must stay rooted in the reality of my world right now and praise God for the son he has given me and this season we are in right now. I will praise the Lord.

Psalm 104

"Praise the LORD, my soul.
  LORD my God, you are very great;
  you are clothed with splendor and majesty.
The LORD wraps himself in light as with a garment; 
 he stretches out the heavens like a tent
 and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds his chariot 
and rides on the wings of the wind.
He makes winds his messengers,
   flames of fire his servants.
 He set the earth on its foundations;
   it can never be moved.
You covered it with the watery depths as with a garment;
   the waters stood above the mountains.
But at your rebuke the waters fled,
   at the sound of your thunder they took to flight;
they flowed over the mountains,
   they went down into the valleys,
   to the place you assigned for them.  
You set a boundary they cannot cross;
   never again will they cover the earth.
 He makes springs pour water into the ravines;
   it flows between the mountains.
 They give water to all the beasts of the field;
   the wild donkeys quench their thirst.
 The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
   they sing among the branches.
He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
   the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
He makes grass grow for the cattle,
   and plants for people to cultivate—
   bringing forth food from the earth:
wine that gladdens human hearts,
   oil to make their faces shine,
   and bread that sustains their hearts.
 The trees of the LORD are well watered,
   the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
There the birds make their nests;
   the stork has its home in the junipers.
 The high mountains belong to the wild goats;
   the crags are a refuge for the hyrax.
 He made the moon to mark the seasons,
   and the sun knows when to go down.
You bring darkness, it becomes night,
   and all the beasts of the forest prowl.
The lions roar for their prey
   and seek their food from God.  
The sun rises, and they steal away;
   they return and lie down in their dens.
Then people go out to their work,
   to their labor until evening.
 How many are your works, LORD!
   In wisdom you made them all;
   the earth is full of your creatures. 
There is the sea, vast and spacious,
   teeming with creatures beyond number—
   living things both large and small.
There the ships go to and fro,
   and Leviathan, which you formed to frolic there.
 All creatures look to you
   to give them their food at the proper time.
When you give it to them,
   they gather it up;
when you open your hand,
   they are satisfied with good things.
 When you hide your face,
   they are terrified;
when you take away their breath,
   they die and return to the dust.
When you send your Spirit,
   they are created,
   and you renew the face of the ground.
 May the glory of the LORD endure forever;
   may the LORD rejoice in his works—
he who looks at the earth, and it trembles,
   who touches the mountains, and they smoke.
 I will sing to the LORD all my life;
   I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
   as I rejoice in the LORD.
 But may sinners vanish from the earth
   and the wicked be no more.
 Praise the LORD, my soul.
 Praise the LORD"