Lenten Reflection #16 – Please forgive me missing a day…I’m catching up!
In today’s world as we work, play, read, write, cook, and exist from home. I now feel like I’m truly understanding how my parents grew up.
My grandma on my mom’s side was a teacher and a hairdresser and my grandpa a rancher. On my dad’s side, grandpa was a store owner and grandma taught school as well. My parents grew up with daily outdoor work, and deliberate, simple living. Love of thy neighbor was doctrine, sharing with their neighbor was expected and counting their blessings was what one did.
Today’s world harkens back to the days of simplicity, yet is tarnished with an unrelenting pandemic.
While we wait out this tumultuous time, let’s reflect on a line from an author whose books my daughter and I (more her) pored over. The Little House on the Prarie series by Laura Ingalls Wilder walked us through the life and times of the first family of frontier fiction. Here’s what she said about the home…
Home is the nicest word there is.