Sea Legs in Amish Land

It's a different world out here.

Buggies and barefoot Amish children.  Black aprons and white caps. Farms and rolling hills.  Horses and mules and cows and roosters. All across the street from me.

It sometimes feels like I stepped off a shore I knew so well onto a rocking boat, and my world is suddenly tipping beneath my feet. I am glad for this new place and the new sights and sounds (and even the smells - most of the time) that have come with it. But the rocking makes me dizzy sometimes. 

I don't want to get off and I don't want to go back.  I think it will just take some time for me to find my "sea legs".

In the meantime, I am learning to take each day one moment at a time, to savor the good and learn from the hard things.
I am treasuring my old friendships, as I realize how difficult it can be to make such friends.  And I am pursuing new friendships here, eager to make this place "home".
I am learning the power of prayer, and the absolute steadiness of my faithful God.
I am praising the Lord for my husband who treats me with more patience than I deserve and who comes home to me every day.
I am learning to cook and trying to laugh instead of cry when I overcook the corn so badly it's almost crunchy.
I am learning to do laundry and then try again when I wash stains into my husband's shirts instead of out.
I am learning that God is good.  All the time.  And that in His time, everything is made beautiful.
       [Ecclesiastes 3:11a:  "He has made everything beautiful in its time."]


I have been enjoying the song "Home" by Phillip Phillips.  It's not a Christian song, but I think the lyrics are good and it seems appropriate in this time and place.
Go check it out:  "Home"