Since this week doesn’t resemble those “simple times’ in my schedule . . . I chose to recycle an old blog from the well of archives . . . please, allow me to share this one . . Lovingly thy friend, Verna
I love the simplicity of the times depicted in the old tv show, The Waltons.
Somehow, I didn’t have the same appreciation for the show back in the early 70’s when it originally aired. My older children grew up on the portrayal of what American life used to be, and in many ways lived it out in the rural setting where they were raised.
And so . . . I look forward to watching the reruns. It transports me to a time when rush and craziness was not as much a part of my life.
The prologue in the beginning of each episode tells of the tranquil life the family experienced on the mountainside. I love seeing the family sitting around the long wooden kitchen table in the morning, then later in the evening gathering in the parlor to be entertained by an antique radio.
It causes me to yearn for a simpler time.
Last evening we watched the “The Foundling.” A story about an unwanted deaf girl left on the doorstep of the Walton home. If you’ve ever watched the show, you’ll know what happens next. The endearing family takes her in, bathes her, dresses her in fresh clothes, and sits her at their table.
The love that is shown to the throw away girl is a picture of God’s love for me . . .. for us.
He embraces us in our forsaken state, and cleanses us with redeeming blood, and clothes us in new garments.
Then . . . He welcomes us at His table, a symbol of our inheritance as His adopted child.
I am a “foundling.”
Praise You Father, for Your loving care and rescue, never allowing me to remain in my abandoned state.