The following is a poem written by a dear friend. There is a postscript at the bottom written by me.
Neighbors
by Debbie Opalka
As I walked on our country road,
Like I do every day,
My children were ahead of me,
On bicycles far away.
I struggled so up each small hill,
I wished they'd wait for me,
How is it that, for them at least,
The climb comes easily?
We were headed for a spot we loved,
To fish and swim and hike,
I couldn't wait to get there now,
And me without a bike.
I actually enjoyed this time alone on such day,
I had some time to think and dream
And also just to pray:
"Lord, thank you for our mountain home
with trees and lake and brook,
Your awesome power and majesty
So real wherever I look."
Upon my conquering one last hill,
The sight from where I stood,
Was a quaint log cabin home I loved,
Tucked neatly in the the wood.
Upon the porch a mom was there
With babies all around;
One on her lap, two by her side,
One crawling on the ground.
It brought me back ten years or so
When mine were little too,
I'd rock and hug and cuddle them
Or sing a song they knew.
What happiness as I recalled
the need they had for me,
To change their clothes or rub their back
Or kiss their skinned-up knee.
I wish they stayed that cute and small
For just a few more years.
And as I thought some more on this
I had to dry me tears.
I've often dreamed of a log house
So natural in its setting,
When God gave us a modern ranch
He must have been forgetting.
So on I trekked up to the lake,
Preoccupied in thought,
Of lovely little babies and
The house we never bought.
Somehow the time passed quickly,
The day was almost done.
The children had a real good time;
What wasn't I having fun?
As I began my trip back home
That mom come out to talk,
"Would you like to rest a while
before you end your walk?"
She said she'd seen my kids and me
So many times go past,
She wished her little children
would do some growing fast.
"I'd like to go up to the lake
to fish and swim and hike,
It must be great to have big kids
Who ride there on a bike."
I got choked up as I recalled
The thoughts I had before,
A lump was forming in my throat
As I left to walk some more.
"Oh, I meant to tell you,"
she yelled from where she stood,
"I love that modern ranch of yours-new vinyl, not old wood.
So bright and sunny on that hill,
you must enjoy the view,
There are days in my dark cabin
That I really envy you."
My silence was so obvious
She must have wondered why.
I asked Jesus to forgive me,
Then I began to cry.
The sins are so apparent
As you read this simple poem;
Discontentment, envy,
coveting someone else's home.
God has placed each one of us in
The place and time He meant,
So praise and thank Him daily,
And learn to be content.
PS-This poem was written in 1998. Fast forward to today....Debbie and Dave live in a small log cabin in the woods. It is lovely. They have three small children still living at home, ages 8, 5 and 1 that have been added to their family by adoption. Two of the children have special needs. I think God has such a tremendous sense of humor and he obviously wasn't through blessing this family with little ones!
This family is a constant encouragement to me as I struggle with my own contentment issues. Their willingness to give of themselves for these children, at a time in their lives when most people are looking forward to retirement and being "free", humbles me, particularly on days when I am not being a contented momma.















by Jill Churchill




