Scattered

Gold-hearted mom travels out west while Helpful son ministers with youth in the inner city of Chicago.  Since we have moved to the farm, Darling daughter and family are now an hour away.  Challenge son seeks a job with a new place to live and Fun son prepares to attend school in a few weeks.   Precious husband works long hours at the station and the farm while two youngest and I tend the garden and our flock of chickens. 

My heart and my mind feel scattered.  Since moving to the farm there are only three children under our roof.  Two older boys stayed behind with Gold-hearted mom.  Since 2008 our offspring have taken wing. 

Darling daughter married, moved two states away, and has moved back.  In 2010 Challenge son moved to the farm.  Now we switch and he (temporarily) resides with Gold-hearted mom and Helpful son while five of us move to the farm.  I will always be mom2six but the days of being surrounded by them all are gone.

The weeds in the garden grow quickly.  On hands and knees I bend to pull them out.  Seed scattered over a month ago is beginning to bloom and produce a few vegetables.  I feel scattered with the changing times.

Our oldest three are seed that has been scattered, now is their time to plant, bloom, and produce a harvest.  I must relax and trust that what has been planted will produce a Godly harvest – that they will tend their hearts well.

With our youngest three there is still planting and weeding to be done.  Perhaps being scattered is not such a bad thing.  The further the seed blows and drops the possibility of a greater harvest.