As I write this, the trees have budded and many of them are already filling out with new leaves, spring green in its various shades. In a few more days, my front yard will look like this again. And the reason I’m so excited about it is that the Lord granted me one last spring in this lovely setting.
When we first moved here, I would get so lonely at times and have the biggest pity parties, sitting in front of the big windows in the living room, overlooking the pond in our back yard. It belongs to the neighbors, but because it borders our property, it belongs to us too.
The couple who lived in our neighbor’s house before knew how to keep the pond clean of weeds, and it was absolutely gorgeous. One day, while I was really feeling sorry for myself—so far from home where Daddy had cancer and Mama was handling everything all by herself and I wanted to be there so badly to help—I sat down on the love seat in front of the windows, clutching a box of Kleenix, and had a good, old-fashioned boo-hoo. It was a gray day, and the pond was the same ecru color as in this picture. Everything was still and quiet outside, and inside, I kept weeping as if I’d never stop.
That was when I got the first of many God-kisses out here in our little forest. He parted the clouds and blew a breeze across the pond, then sent the sun to make the water sparkle. Ripple after ripple of sparkling diamonds, blinding me and delighting me and making me laugh. The result was a lighter heart and an assurance that everything would be okay.
We have almost eleven acres out here, and the house sits on about two of them, maybe two and a half. Every square inch of it is beautiful to me, especially near the water.
But the young couple in the process of buying this place are going to love it as much. The mister came to the house Saturday with his dad, a contractor who can update the house itself and restore it.
Our new house has been renovated, a flipped 1970s ranch, and I love it already. But when I look out those windows, I won’t be seeing anything like this. Neighbors with fences. A yard a fraction of the size of ours here. Traffic noises will replace the birds and frogs. But on the good side, there won’t be as much pine pollen as there is here.
Lands, I’m going to miss this place. But God has granted me one more spring.