Oct 12, 2011

I want to be able to wear these every day.

I want to wake up and live in a castle, and my first choice is to wear a priceless gown of lucious fabrics.
Or  maybe I'd wake up in a cabin. I'd hear buggies going by, driving down the main street- the dirt road of the town. I'd see all the women in their calicos, getting ready for a tea party. Then I'd dress and rush downstairs to join in the conversation.
Perhaps I wouldn't ever fall asleep. The wagon would be too bumpy. Oregon seems so far away, but so close at the same time. I'd pull a dirty dress over my head and impatiently await the day when I can wash my dresses clean and wear clothes that aren't dusty and gross.
Maybe I wouldn't know what clean clothes wear, in a sense. Everything would be covered with dust. Rickety wagons may lumber through the streets, pulled by donkeys, but I would usually walk.
Perhaps I'll just wake up and climb out of bed, glad that God put me exactly where He wants me to be.......


Crista Moriah said...

Beautiful post, Mary! :)

SMK said...

That is so cool!