Blessed

I am a visual blogger. I usually blog when I have a decent picture to share. But lately there have been too many thoughts rolling around in my head and not enough pictures. Not because I haven't been taking pictures. They just don't seem to capture my feelings. Feelings of my life: happiness, discouragement, love, and gratitude.

I tend to be too hard on myself. Harvest is crazy, and a bit frenzied at times. A time when I feel a bit out of control. There is the garden harvest and canning to be done. Corn harvest and break downs and meals to fix and holes that need filled in the crew. Children that practice patience, but only for so long. Sometimes it's just hard to be needed . . . that much.

Despite the chaos, there are moments when I feel profound joy and happpiness for our lifestyle. Like at the end of the day, as the sun is setting behind the corn fields and I marvel at the beautiful fall. An extension of summer really and answer to our prayers, where our corn was able to grow and mature. And there are moments when my dirty urchin children run to take lunch and hugs to their dad in the field. And sitting down to a meal that we have grown entirely on our own. Or looking into the heavens and seeing the stars sparkle in the crisp black sky with no regard to light pollution. I feel all too lucky. Too lucky to even call it luck, I feel blessed.

Blessed with family, blessed with health, blessed with our lifestyle and the simple things in life. Blessed with my testimony and blessed with the beauties of the earth. It's hard to capture that in a picture.