-Proverbs 31:31 New International Version-
Most importantly, because of the nearness to my family, the beach, some good Mexican food, and the overall, weather! I sure would not miss the winter snow. Plus, I knew that when I arrived I would still have the down home feel of horses, cows, goats, pigs, and sheep, just in another place and time.
Within a few months, I realized how much I like this kind of simple and slow life. I also feel as if I am surrounded by ladies of the land. My neighbor milks her goats, makes cheese, and homemade ice cream that she sprinkles with cinnamon. Yum!
On many days, I observe these women. In fact, I have looked particularly close at their hands. These ladies of the land have worker hands: strong, with short nails, a little rough, and a handful of dirt thrown in for good measure. I like these women!
Each day that I take my walk, I watch, wonder, and reflect upon what kind of woman I am. While I can’t say I am a woman of the land in their sense of the word, I am a simple girl. I like to get dirty, work on my car, cruise on my scooter, take a mountain bike ride, and sometimes I even spit when I do sports. Of course, I would still mortify my mom because she always reminded that ladies do not sputter in the bushes.
Without a doubt, I can appreciate these ladies of the land. I envision us as we rock on their porch, with a glass of fresh milk, perhaps some homemade food, and then indulge in a bowl of homemade ice cream. Of course, that hasn’t happened yet but I did get an invitation to take a pet tour, wherein, I excitedly agreed!
As I further ponder my new surroundings, I am reminded of some of the women in the bible particularly Queen Esther. I heartily laugh as I try to imagine her life as mine. Perhaps for a day, I would like to experience all of her beauty preparations required for palace life. Indeed, a contrast from my cowboy boots plunked near my portico and the pastures that I see when I peer through my window.
While I might be Queen Esther for a day, I am content as a simple girl. Perhaps in this season of my life, I am more like Mary, the mother of Jesus. She found herself out in the dirt of a manger surrounded by animals when she gave birth.
Like the ladies of the land, Mary embraced her situation. In her meekness, Mary became powerful as she delivered the the Savior of the world. Hence, a reminder that a little dirt, a lot of love, and the strength of a woman, can make all the difference in destiny.