Saturday, June 29, 2013

"Thou wilt show me the path of life; in Thy presence is fullness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore." Psalms16:11

George Washington built Mount Vernon on a hill overlooking the Potomac River.  If you sit on the expansive porch in one of the Windsor chairs there, even on a hot day the breeze coming up from the river is refreshing.  It was where he wanted to be, but spent most of his life away fighting and serving our country. 

"I can truly say I had rather be at Mount Vernon with a friend or two about me..."
George Washington, 1790

This is not George and Martha, but my husband's aunt and uncle: we could hardly keep up with them.
He is "retired," but has just finished a doctoral degree, and they devote their life to taking care of her unwell sister and their young autistic grandson Mason.  This darling little boy walks on his tip- toes because of his condition, but he reminded me of C.S. Lewis' "on tip-toe with joy..." Mason may break the mold of ordinary childhood, but he finds love and security in his grandparents' home.
"The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings."
Robert Louis Stevenson
They will never grow old as they eagerly grasp the immense store of good things that fills the world God created for us to enjoy.
I want to drink from their fountain of youth.
 George and Martha Washington had her children as well as grandchildren to raise.

"The art of life consists in taking each event which befalls us with a contented mind, confident of good.  This makes us grow younger as we grow older, for youth and joy come from the soul to the body more than from the body to the soul.  With this method and art, and temper of life, we live, though we may be dying.  We rejoice always, though in the midst of sorrows; and possess all thing, though destitute of everything."  James Freeman Clarke in "Joy & Strength."

This reminds me of another gentleman farmer who, along with his wife, took on four more children to raise after their own families were grown.  Bill Reed was a prince of a fellow, who enjoyed being on the river with a fishing pole in his hand and kids at his side.  He was an avid reader as well when he wasn't out in his orchards.  Now he has gone before to the River of Life and "pleasures for evermore."



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