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.
Verna
Without His lovign rescue we would have no hope. Thanks Verna for that reminder. Thank you Jesus for your love.
He reaches down into the net for us! Thanks for visiting, Hannah.
Thanks for sharing! I’m one of those cynical Generation Y-ers who has difficulty watching “The Waltons” with a straight face. Yet, in a similar way, I love reading the “Little House” books for their simple stories of making bread, sitting down every evening to dinner, and sharing stories in community (since there wasn’t even radio then).
I love the way you drew that story into the context of God’s love for us…which, to cynics, can seem impossibly wonderful and “cheesy” all it’s own. Too good to be true. And yet, it is incredibly, amazingly true.
(this reminds me of “You Love Me Anyway” by Sidewalk Prophets — really touches my hard heart)
I love to hear from Generation Y-ers . . . you’re great, Janeen. So right, it seems too good to be true, doesn’t it? God’s love AND the Waltons!
You’re not the only one to love the Walton’s. My mom, Grandmother and the lady I sit with watch the show every time it’s on. Life seemed so much simpler and less convoluted back then.
i know, things were just so un-complex then 🙂
Yes, I too, long for that simpler life sometimes. But then I think of getting up to milk cows at 5am or going to the outhouse when it’s 15 degrees outside, and I’m thankful for the life I have.
Still…long live the Waltons! At least on TV. 🙂
Oh, that’s funny, Vonda — yep, I’m all for simple, not primal. . . .