We live in the city, a mere hundred meters away from a major and maddeningly busy thoroughfare. I am not complaining, though, because this is home, so lovingly provided for and sustained by hardworking Husband. We are happy here, and our hearts cannot be more grateful.
Someday, say, when Youngest Daughter would be in college, Husband and I also hope to build a little house in the province. There, we will grow an herb and vegetable garden and maybe raise some native chickens. He will read all the books he wants to read, and I will never run out of sewing projects. In the late afternoons, we will sit by the porch and just well... sit still and enjoy the quiet.
That's it. Quiet. That's what we don't have in the city.
But I'll let you in on this.
So for now, treetops fill in my need for quiet amidst the noise, lights, and pollution.
Husband and I may or may never build that house in the province. But you know what, if we end up not being able to build it, I would still be able to snatch doses of quiet here and there, wherever I am. God will send me more than my share of quiet.
You see, God is everywhere.