An Ode to an Amish Maiden

An October Ode to an Amish Maiden

10/20/2017 - rlg

We watched her hold the reins

with confidence,

methodically and skillfully

guiding the harnessed strength

of four work horses

plodding steadily,

unaware of her who persistently

requested of her father this post

until he acquiesced.

Proudly now he watched her

successfully navigating the task.

“She’s my little farm girl,”

he explained simply. 

It was an almost holy moment for me yesterday as we stopped the car to watch the harvesting of a cornfield outside of our little town.  So holy was it that I respected the experience by resisting the temptation to sneak a photo.  So today, I paint with words

The Amish farmer/father arrived in the field with a horse drawn wagon to load the corn.  As he watched his daughter and nephew who were navigating some of the last rows in the field, he slipped through the fence and came over to the car to meet us with the explanation that inspired the above writing.

In reflecting on the beautiful, soul-stirring experience, I realize a longing deep within.  I recognize myself in that  Amish maiden--eager for a  challenging post.  Maybe even an unconventional post. And more than a longing to try out the reins (yes, even at THIS age), more than the untried, unconventional post, I long for my Lord's approval.

Yes.  I guess deep inside I'm my Father's "little farm girl"...