"I realized Granny’s life was predictably orderly and quiet, and appreciated the resulting calm.
I liked the tantalizing aromas always hanging heavy in her kitchen,
and how cookie jars (one in the kitchen, one in the dining room)
were dependably full of spicy molasses cookies.
There was something unique about all of that that made the world secure and right."
To Beth's words, I responded:
"Those words reminded me of MY grandmother's life/home!
Now I wonder if SHE realized how orderly, quiet and calm it was....
And more importantly, I wonder if ANYone feels that way about MY space..."
Oh, how I wonder!
And how much I long for my space to be a quiet and calm place
for the vulnerable and innocent--.
for EVERYone , really, who steps inside our home.
As I settled into new, blue recliner a bit later to pick up my reading,
I closed the book, mused a bit,
and prayed for a quiet spirit.