Since my web page is down I will try and post a blog of mine here. Let me know how it looks. I did something last weekend I haven’t done in 20 + years. My sisters and I went home on Friday evening to spend the night. Maybe I should go back in time. Approximately twenty years ago I left the Amish. For many years I wouldn’t have been welcome to come home for more than a brief visit, but in the past few years there have been changes, I go several times a year to spend the day with my mom. We arrived at my oldest sister’s house where my Mom lives around dinner time. Everything about summer evening suppers was just like I’d remembered. A pot of small potatoes on the back of the stove and a feast of fresh vegetables from her garden on the table. (My Mom loves potatoes and knows 101 different ways to fix them) For dessert there are 2 Amish friendship cakes. Yes the Amish make Amish potato salad too. Lol Since we can’t all sit at the dinner table because of the shunning rules we filled our plates had silent prayer then sat in a couple hickory rockers in the space between where the dining room ends and the living room begins and balanced our plates in our laps and visited between mouthfuls. It didn’t matter to me that we couldn’t all sit at the table, we were together in the same room and the atmosphere was peaceful. Like I said there have been many changes, which I never take for granted. We finished dinner and went outside to look at the garden. Is that an Amish thing? Maybe. But it was something I remember always doing, Amish women always looked at each others’ gardens and share gardening tips. One of my nieces stopped by with their children. The boys were too cute with their bowl haircuts, suspenders and bare feet. I wanted to pull out my phone and sneak pictures. The girl was equally adorable in her little dress and covering. (Especially when she flew in the lane on her bike with her covering tied to her handle bars) I experienced a flood of memories from my own childhood and wished I had pictures but then again maybe not… I imagine I probably had uncombed hair and dirty feet. I was a tomboy. At the end of the evening we followed mom (who is now in her 80’s ) to her room and helped her find her nightgown, make sure she took her pills and tucked her in her bed. This was same strong mother who tucked me in and wiped my tears. Where has my life gone? We then each took a lamp and headed upstairs to bed. Everything’s exactly as I’d grown up with yet nothing “felt” the same. My sisters and I got ready for bed then relived memories late into the night. It is something I will always treasure. (In some future blog I will write some of those memories) After everyone fell asleep I lay awake a long time in the dimly lit bedroom and thought about my life and the decision I’d made to leave the Amish, I wondered briefly what my life would be like and who I would be today if I had stayed. I thought about my husband and four children I had left at home to come on this venture and felt blessed. Life is always changing, our parents grow old and so do we. We have children and they grow up and move out. Some seasons of my life I wish would last forever and other times I feel like it can’t end soon enough. But I am grateful for one thing in my life that never changes no matter where I live, or what I face. It is Jesus. He always loves me. He always reassures me of his promise to never leave me. He reminds that I am a brand new creation. Jesus Christ the same yesterday today and forever…..
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 02:53:21 +0000
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