Have you ever faced a behemoth? We are staring one in the eyes this morning. A cross county move to the much dreamed of mini-farm from a modern, intown home. In August. With a deadline. Oh, and the cottage at the mini farm is under total renovation after being without water, walls, and liveable conditions for a while. We’re nearing the completion of one room, the master bedroom, and we’re hopeful that by move in day we’ll have the one central restroom up too. The kitchen and living room will probably lack flooring. The two smaller bedrooms will be a week or three out. Thank goodness for the creative center for storing our furniture as we move out of the Grove home.
We are miles from where the cottage was only 3 weeks ago. We bought it knowing that two rooms were completely destroyed by termites from years ago. The family apparently did not ever have the ability to repair those rooms, so they were simply shut off. Eventually the house was shut off and they lived in the out building.
The economy my flesh would like to work within is one of concern, stress, and an over abundance of “wow, this is hard” but my heart knows differently. My heart has seen the provision of favor in every facet of this journey. From our grown children Kimberly, Madison and Joseph coming and working with us, to the favor of finding over and over just the things we needed at auction, yard sales, or on clearance that kept us in budget, to the precious moments where more was right than was expected when we got past the yuck. We were not looking for a mini farm to renovate, though that has long been Feller and my own desire to do, but apparently God decided that we should take the concept more seriously. We were not believing that in the middle of a hard season, where Feller’s job went away, where events and programs that our business supports would change, and where in the middle of it all, we’d decide to buy a new, very delipidated old cottage. We were only dreaming then before we knew it, hands were shaken and we were able to do this thing…right now…in the middle of it all.
We’re so glad we did.
We’re learning to trust each other more deeply, more kindly, and with great compassion for each of our shortcomings.
We’re learning that no one event(or series of events) has the power to take out our marriage, our security in each other, or our trust in God.
We’ve been affirmed that so many people, complete strangers, desire to support each other with edifying words, actions, and efforts.
The thing about a renovation, particularly one where several areas of a home’s life has been terribly amiss, is you see the stories of why we must build a strong foundation.
Why we cannot cover brokenness in our homes or in our hearts.
Why no matter how many layers of “pretty” one tries to buy or use, without a deep level of foundation, of level, a home nor our hearts can be resilient to stand over time.
This little cottage and farm of ours is giving us so much more than we ever bargained for.
Of course we’re exhausted, of course we’re challenged to our very core..
What we breathe in is its lessons,
What we know each sunset is that the stars shine from that little cottage in ways it never will in the city or town
What we experience as we walk hand in hand through the too tall grass and dream together again
What we deeply know is that this is God’s mission field for us..
and we want to grow families here, and our businesses…and gifts. Our gifts are for others and we know that when creatives are supported with strong processes, we all win in life.
and that is enough to fuel us to keep on keeping on…
and continue to walk out this journey.