on approval to buy a mini-farm. 10 acres of fruit trees, grapes, berries, and a great house. Not exactly conventional financing options, and certainly not the conventional approval at the bank, first come, first serve process...but we're hopeful. We've wanted a rural, retreat-like home to raise our "six-pack" in since the first was born 9 years ago. Today, we walked the length and breadth of the dreams we've held. The hopes I've filed away on journal pages came to life in Crepe Myrtle house-high and fresh deer tracks.
It would appear that our homesteader prayers are being answered...our farm wishes fulfilled...and I don't know if I'll sleep in the week it may take to make it final.
What I do know is this...the One who made me won't leave me, the One who knew me first still loves me best, and I can cry out and pour out to the Risen King who is my best friend, even if it's about walking barefoot through the grass and drifting off to the sound of crickets and rain frogs. Not some far off deity concerned only with my soul's cleanliness, but with the desires of my very human heart.
I don't think I'll ever stop being amazed at the faithfulness of God.
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