My heart is so instantly madly captivated by this lovely place that God has given us. We wouldn’t be here if we hadn’t surrendered to wherever He led us. We would have never made these choices on our own. He knew the desires of our hearts much better than we did. My heart is so full with the beauty of this place. I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
How silly I was to ever have misgivings about this property. How did I not instantly recognize how thoroughly it would grab my heart? I feel ashamed for doubting God. He forgives me… How He delighted to bring us here. He is smiling.
God sits here with me, on the bench under my pear tree. I am encompassed within a pastoral painting, created by God, tended by men. He allows us the honor of being His co-artists. We work in partnership with His creation to make the land bountiful. This is such a perfect way to use the land – harmony between God and us.
I didn’t realize how much I love this agrarian landscape. I didn’t know I could sit entranced for hours just staring at a field of grazing cows… surrounded by century oaks and softly rolling grassy fields… serenaded by a symphony of whirring katydids, crowing roosters, and windchimes. The occasional rumble of a car traveling down the winding country road in front of our house only compliments the languid rhythm of this place. I cannot wait to dig my fingers into this dirt, to plant and grow.
City folks don’t understand how farmers love the land. Their hearts beat in tune with the earth. It is their bread and butter. It is their home. This is my home.