Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I've mentioned on here many times about growing up in rural Montana. How I loved running through the hills and fields for hours and miles and with my imagination. The work ethic I learned growing up where I did. We lived off of the land. We had a big family. Not working together as a family wasn't an option. You didn't work, you didn't eat.
You've also heard me many a time complain about living in "the city". I know. It's not "the city" for someone like The SM who grew up in Chicago but for little ol' country girl me, this is the city.
I've struggled with wishing The Native's could have the land and experiences I had growing up. Having so many boys I've worried and agonized (yes, agonized) over how I am going to teach them the work ethics they need to survive in this world when they are surrounded by concrete.
As much as I have yearned for land and living out further I am beginning to see the wisdom of a loving Father in heaven who has placed us where we are especially in the last few years with my health. As neighbors pitch in to help me take care of my family, hire my boys to do physical labor that takes the starch out of their shorts at the end of the day they are so exhausted, help me with my yard when I am not looking, bring us endless amounts of food, let us borrow their truck when our vehicle is smashed to smithereens........the list never ends!
I am truly grateful for the gift of a helping hand and those who so willingly offer it.