Well. Moving has been set back another week. Oh, well. We were at the house site today and I love the almost wrap around porches. They make me want to have a swing or chair out there. I thought of summer nights watching my imaginary (hopefully not for long) horse. I thought of cold winter nights with hot cider or hot chocolate and a blanket looking up at the stars. I thought of late night talks with people I love. I thought of dancing. I thought of God. I thought of dreams that I have (having a horse for instance). I thought of hope and Christmases there. I thought of the possibility of babysitting again. I thought of making friends and sharing these times with them. As I looked off the porch at the mountains (over the construction site, of course), I tried to imagine what the property is hopefully going to look like instead of the brush and briars it is right now. I imagined the orchard and the garden, the animals (especially the horse! haha), the front yard, etc.
It's just so fun to dream once in a while. Having friends over and riding horses. Babysitting, cooking with our own fruits and vegetables, gardening, mowing (yes, I actually enjoy mowing when it's a riding mower), swimming (if we ever get a swimming pool), walks in the woods, choosing a Christmas tree from our own property again, having Christmases there, watching huge thunderstorms roll in (it's a family pastime) and seeing the full rainbow afterwards (wide open skies are awesome), watching the snow fall and seeing the place all in white (prayfully Christmas eve?), spending time on the porch reading my Bible and watching meteor showers (if there are any), looking out over the gorgeous autumn colors, okay, you get the picture. It sounds like so much fun. But does anyone ever wonder if it will really happen?
Reading my Bible and praying anywhere out there is so peaceful. I spent my first prayer time in my bedroom (not finished yet) on my knees today. There's also something about the wide open spaces that makes me want to dance. I have no idea why. But when I see all this, I have to wonder how people could think the world was evolved. The beautiful mountains, the open skies. The animals. The horse alone is so beautiful. I have no idea how people can actually think it evolved. Every movement is breathtaking. The soft, expressive eyes are so beautiful. Every curve is so precise. Every muscle put to the exact place. Their ears are curved just perfectly. Their noses are soft and velvety. Their colors are gorgeous. The hooves are hard and resilient. They can start galloping from a standstill. Some can turn on a dime. Dressage horses can make the most complicated thing look so easy and beautiful. Hunters make jumping look like flying without wings (but it sure is easy to imagine them, isn't it?). When a horse spooks, they really can run! When horses canter, it looks like a rocking horse in motion. I don't know if this is true with everyone (probably not), but it just captures my attention and refuses to let go. I don't want to look at anything else or listen to someone who is talking. It's like I'm in a dream or a fairy tale when I watch a horse canter. Okay, probably it's just me. But whatever. Anyway, I just can't see how someone can think that they came about by these random processes. They're just so gorgeous and beautiful. I can't get over them. How could they have evolved?
Anyway, that was an entirely different tangent than what I was going for. It was just really nice to dream today. I hope this all works out for the best someday.