I'm painting an old farm house today. It's a cute two story with a little fence around it. I was pretty tired already this morning bc I had to mess with horses before coming here so I wasn't in the most incredible mood ever. I underestimated the country charm of this place.
The lady of the house was home. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world but she has more than a pretty face. There she was in the kitchen washing a few dishes at the sink right under a window with a lace curtain and green tomatoes sitting on it's sill. She had bluegrass gospel turned on the radio and she hummed and sang along. She isn't rich. Her husband and her rent the house and she had to check the books just this morning to make sure her honey's $27 check wouldn't bounce. The life is simple and scarce but instead of complaining she finishes her chores and grabs a guitar to play along with the songs about gloryland and a better future waiting. The living picture of contentment complete with the mooing of cows and breeze rustling the leaves of the trees in the front yard.
True story.
Awwwww I love this. It honestly brought tears to my eyes. I'm going to be more content with life from now on. I'm wayyy too blessed not to be. Thank you Julie, I really needed to hear this. <3
ReplyDeleteAgreed. I was floored, goodness I am sure this lady has no idea what kind of impact she has had on me. thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks girls, it was a really precious thing to see and overhear her talking to her husband and being happy there was $30 in their checking account. I was like, wow I have so much!
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