“I’ll sing a ballad to the one I love, a love ballad about his vineyard.” Isaiah 5:1
Fourteen years ago I sat on the steps to the garage, strummed my guitar, and sang to my husband, “I followed you to Texas, I followed you to Illinois …” What I wanted was for him to follow me to Arizona. During our winter visit in Phoenix, I had found a job well suited to my skills. Even though we had just built the “perfect” retirement home for us in a recreational neighborhood, I knew I didn’t want to stay.
In some ways, our new home was our vineyard. We spent hours painting, staining woodwork, decorating, and putting in the landscaping. After a couple of years, I began to think living in the country on an acre of woods was more work than we wanted in retirement.
I don’t know if Glen just wanted to shut me up or if he too thought it would be a good plan to move to Arizona, where he could enjoy golfing and the warm winters. We put the house on the market and moved to Phoenix.
Arizona turned out to be a good vineyard–full of “sweet grapes” and opportunities for me to start a new career.
Thank you, God, for showing us the way to start over. Amen.