Some days feel heavier than other days.
Hours are long, conversations sober, sometimes, tears.
Life here is like that sometimes.
And I don’t know why. I don’t know why terrible things happen to people.
I just know they do.
But here’s what I do know.
I do know where the muskrats cross the canal at the back of the field. The tall grasses are crushed in a muskrat-shaped tunnel leading down into the water and up again on the opposite bank.
I do know where to see the sun set behind the trees here on Riverneck. I know where to look to see the sky ablaze with orange, with reds and purples and blues.
I do know where the buzzards roost, in that old dead tree that edges on the swamp. It makes me smile to see them there, settling onto old bare branches, pushing and shoving each other like little children, eager for the best perches.
And I do know where to go when my heart is sad, when life bruises and batters me. I find refuge where My Boy is, usually on this farm that feels like an old friend to me.
I find refuge in the shelter of people I love.
And that is as it should be.
The psalmist reminds us, “But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them ever sing for joy.” (Psalm 5.11).
And there is one more thing that I do know, that no matter how dark our days might be, there will always be a sunrise.
Blessings,
Vickie