But as many received Him, to them He gave th e right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.
I’ll say this for Vermont: it’s gorgeous. They’ve got beautiful mountains, rolling hills, bubbling brooks, and quaint towns and farms (we stayed on one of these in an amazing house). I seriously can’t rave enough about how gorgeous Vermont was. We drove in after dark, and didn’t really gather a true appreciation for its scenic power until the next morning. The house we all stayed in was perched on the top of a hill, offering sweeping views of the small farmed valley edged on all sides with taller hills (mountains?). Outside took my breath away at all times of the day – golden in the morning and evening, bright and sparkling and autumnal during the day.
The house, too, amazed me: lodge-like, with wood paneling, three stuffed deer heads, one stuffed bird and one stuffed fish, a stone fireplace, ping-pong and air-hockey tables, a piano, and lots of chairs and couches. The kitchen came equipped with an enormous six-burner industrial gas stove and an attached griddle, two refrigerators, acres of counter space, a bathroom with two stalls (no kidding! Their doors were like those narrow closet doors), a sauna that I never used, and picnic tables outside. Today the weather was so warm we sat outside in our T-shirts, although yesterday’s wind froze us rather quickly.
I won’t get in to everything that happened because so much took place in that short time. Suffice it to say that although I tried to get to bed at a reasonable hour, Ian and I still came home quite sleep-deprived. It was worth it, but I forsee a quiet evening and early bedtime for tonight. But the whole thing proved a wonderful experience, and I’m very glad I went.