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Small Town–Big Heart, A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife, Day 10

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Small Town, Big Heart-A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife, Day 10

The first time we entered the Mt Airy Lowe’s Home Improvement store a few weeks ago, it was exciting. Beginning a new project, purchasing nails filled us with elation. But after Tom sent me the fourth time in one day because we forgot a hose clamp–I was frustrated.

The same woman waited on me.

“Hello, how are yew?”

I didn’t bother looking up. “Fine, thanks.” My teeth clamped together on the word fine.

“Did ya’ find everything ya’ needed?” My head shot up looking for a sarcastic smile which really said, “Are you stupid or what? Can’t you make a simple list and pick everything up at once!”

Her smiling face held no such accusation. Instead, I noticed smile lines around her mouth as her friendly eyes held mine.

The realization hit me that she really cared how I was and if I found everything I needed.

I stammered. “Yes, er, um, thanks. I did and I really am fine.”

“That’s good! You have a blessed day, honey.”

Something inside me warmed. I hadn’t even looked the woman in the eyes, I was so focused on hurrying home.

She’s the norm here, not the exception. Even with teenagers.

Last night I ordered dinner from the drive-thru of a Bojangles Chicken in Dobson. The Volunteer Ararat Department showed up to burn our two-story-high wood piles. I needed fast food for 10.

The young man at the window took his time with me as I stammered out my order. He made suggestions and looked me in the eyes and even had the order brought out as I waited, all with a smile and a “Yes, Ma’am.”

I’m not really sure what I expected when I moved from the city to the country. If I were honest, I may have thought myself more sophisticated or smarter because I didn’t slur y’all.

The exact opposite is true. The people are teaching me, and I am humbled.

I’m humbled because they’re teaching me that people are more important than an agenda. That working hard and resting are both good. That neighbors are important, and worship essential.

They take time to be polite. They take time to be kind.

I’m not just learning about being the wife of a farmer, I’m learning more about being a human being.

And I just have to say, “Y’all ought to try it!”




A Simpler Life, A Simpler Church

“We are headed for the throne, we’re meeting in a school, and we’re getting there through the lunchroom.”

I smiled at the thought. The sanctuary of my Florida church home for almost 30 years housed around 400 people. A built-in choir loft sat nestled below the heated baptistry. The stage held a large podium stocked with small bottles of water for my friend and pastor, Steve Kreloff. I’d been on the stage many times. Directing our small orchestra, ministering with the praise team, or singing with my daughter Sarah. Sometimes, I even sang alone.

But yesterday, I worshiped with 50+ believers in Mt. Airy, North Carolina, with a body of believers called Christ Community Church. Although visiting off and on for the last year, we’ve been regular worshipers for the last 5 weeks.

I like it.

They celebrated 5 years as a church. Not a building. A church.

We meet in a school, seated at round cafeteria tables. A small sound system divides the lunchroom equipped with two mics and a lone music stand.

Dr. David Brady has a broad education, but what I love is his pastor’s heart. A heart whose sole desire is to lift up the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.

He does that through teaching the Holy Word of God.

All of it. Not just some of it.

Teaching the whole counsel of God is hard, not only for the pastor, but for the congregation. You see, the pastor’s job is to equip the saints (believers), to take God’s message to the world.

All of it.

Not just the parts we like.

The equipping of the saints is happening in my Florida church and my Mt. Airy church week by week through the teaching of faithful men and Tom and I are the richer for it.

Although our new church home meets in a school, we aren’t missing anything.

A simpler lifestyle with a simpler place to worship. It’s okay by me. I like resting my Bible on the cafeteria table.

During the service, we feasted on God’s Word. After the service, we shared hamburgers and hot dogs and spinach pie and yummy desserts.

Fed spiritually and physically–all in one day.

I think I’m gonna like it here.