It’s been 35 months of being stretched.
There are many more months to go.
The missing deep.
The walk each day a choice.
I am only responsible for the here and now.
To live this moment in surrender.
I will let the rest of the moments be dealt with in time.
In the pew, on Sunday, the children sat between my farmer and I .
4 of them.
I breathed deep.
I want to remember this moment.
To not forget.
These are beautiful glimpses.
Our Pastor displays a quote.
For it is one thing to see the Land of Peace from a wooded ridge, and yet another to walk the road that leads to it.” -Augustine
Oh, how I know this journey.
This road. This road.
Yet, I know the peace that travels with me on the journey;
and the peace that awaits at the end is far greater than all I could imagine.
We here at the Davis Farm will continue to walk
that road that leads to peace.
We will stand firm in hope.
We long for you to know that hope.
The laying down.
To the One who longs to pick you up.
Who went to the Cross.
That assurance of knowing.
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.