Amish Paradise

March 13, 2025
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The sun had barely crested the horizon when Ezekiel stepped out onto his family’s land, the crisp morning air filled with the scent of fresh hay and the sound of clucking chickens. The farm had been in his family for generations, and he knew every inch of it, the fields he plowed, the cows he milked, and the barn he had helped raise with his own two hands. Hard work was the rhythm of life here. There were no distractions, no glowing screens or buzzing machines, just the quiet hum of nature and the steady pace of a life built on faith, discipline, and tradition. His wife, Ruth, stood by the doorway, simple and steadfast, the way it had always been. Fancy things never mattered to them. What use was electricity when the land itself provided everything they needed?

Life in the Amish community was predictable, but that was the beauty of it. Every day held purpose, whether it was churning butter, mending fences, or selling quilts at the market. Some outsiders didn’t understand. Some even mocked their ways. A tourist once tried to pick a fight, but Ezekiel just smiled and walked away. No need for anger when he knew where he stood. Let the world chase its noise and nonsense. Here, in this quiet paradise, they had everything they needed. They worked hard, prayed harder, and if all the chores were done by nightfall, maybe...just maybe...they’d celebrate like it was 1699.