Like the farmer’s daughters that we are, the talk immediately turned to the recent severe weather we had experienced.
“Boy,” she said, “after all this rain Daddy would have been fussing and fuming about the rain making the ground sour and the cows suffering for it.”“Yes,” I replied, “mine was always either pouring water on the groves or pumping it off. There was hardly ever a happy medium.”
It was almost an hour of small talk about families and friends, church and Bible studies. Plans for the future and times that were past. And then her dryer dinged and my schedule spurred me on.
“Come back anytime,” she said. “It’s always so good just to sit and visit.”
I felt good as I drove down her street and dove back into my to-do list. It was an hour of nothing, but to us it was everything. God gives us the blessing of time. If only we used it wisely more often!
“May you be blessed by the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” —Psalm 115:15