I heard the church bells ringing this morning, in our rural Vermont village. I had forgotten it was Sunday. The days flow from one to another, and the weeks pass, barely noticed. There is little need for the calendar, when one cannot leave one's home. But hearing the church bells was a treat. I loved the reminder. I stop whatever I am doing and listen to the bells. It is a call from the church to the townspeople, to prepare for the assembly of the saints. Even though I stayed at home, I was blessed by the thought.
I have been without a car for a month now. I have given up all my good-intentioned endeavors of driving, and taking people where they needed to go. My errands of grocery shopping and banking, are delayed, but eventually get done. Not in my time. This reminds me that it is not my will, but the Lord's. Here is something I have lost control over. . . The ability to go out. . . I fret at times, but I am at peace and very grateful. Good things are coming from this.
Today, the house is quiet. My young adults are finding things to do, here at the Estate, and are enjoying the slow-paced summer days.
I am working on two book projects. I hope to have them ready next month. Living in a rural Vermont Estate is the perfect atmosphere for writers.
Blessings
Mrs. White
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