Like many others all across our country, I have been slightly unnerved by this past week. Although I realize that those things that come to pass are the providence of God, and that no one rules without the consent of the Almighty; still I wonder what treasured rights and privileges have we just handed over without a second thought. Restless, perplexed, and contemplative has been my mood these past few day, yet still I rest in my Savior and trust in His Word.
When I am in this frame of mind, it is good for me to step away from it all. Often for me this means a day trip with my family. Today, Bill and I, along with our kiddos took a ride to one of my favorite places, a wonderful area that is almost like a step back to a quieter, gentler place and time -- Kishacoquillas Valley.
It was overcast today; so these pictures are a VERY POOR representation of this beautiful, wide valley that is checker-boarded by mile after mile of small, orderly Amish and Mennonite Farms.
One peaceful farm blends into the next.
Work horses pulling plows and cornstalks bound in the field are commonplace.
At many of the farms are small signs that announce a cottage industry such as quilts, rugs, woodworking, or leather work. My excuse for going there today was a visit to a fabulous bulk dry goods store. I picked up some wheat bran, molasses, cheese, and meat.
With such a large Amish population, horse and buggies are a common sight. In warmer months, Wednesdays are livestock auctions and market day. Then you see countless buggies on the road and tethered at the small local shops.
I came home feeling quite relaxed (as I always do) if not a bit wistful for a simpler way of life.