Last night.
I did something I’ve always wanted to do.
I planned.
Prayed.
Daydreamed.
Sketched.
Changed my mind.
Sometimes ideas take root in your mind.
They begin deep in your soul.
A thought.
A whim.
Often they lie there buried.
Deep.
Year after year.
This year we’ve put feet on two of my dreams.
God in his mercy has let me experience the joy of the root of a thought.
A desire.
I didn’t know either would take shape.
I knew my heart was willing.
I was ready.
I surrendered.
Then God put his stamp on the dream.
And that made all the difference.
In October we welcomed our first Guest to our Guest House!
A sudden change in employment on the farm left us shocked and battered.
God had a plan.
One I couldn’t see.
I felt tired and weary from the onslaught of harsh circumstances that had rocked the last few years.
Friends encouraged us to pursue those roots of a thought.
They dug in and began to transform the swirling ideas into reality.
We are not meant to travel through this life alone.
I for one can’t.
Left to my own thoughts, I defeat myself and who knows where I would be.
God uses those around us to encourage and spur us on.
1 Thessalonians 5:11
Therefore encourage one another and build each other up,
just as in fact you are doing.
October 2015 began our journey with The Davis Farm Guest House.
Meeting new people.
Establishing a routine.
More book work.
More taxes.
More people.
As summer neared another deep longing surfaced.
Logistics and fear of failure suppressed the desire.
Until;
God once again put His stamp on the dream.
The pieces fell into place.
I knew it was time.
We offered the Guests a farm house dinner.
Dinner on the lawn.
The mountains as a back drop.
I sketched.
I planned.
I prayed.
I shared my vision with my farmer.
He’s so good at implementing the picture in my head!
(scary thought!)
And here is the result.
My farmer created this wonderful table!
Home made braided bread. A recipe from a dear friend.
We broke bread together under a painted sky.
A full moon rose to welcome the evening.
There was laughter.
There was a parcel of children sprinkling the air with giggles and chatter.
Life.
Futures.
For a moment I stood.
My aching mama’s heart; filled.
I breathed in the presence of the Holy Spirit.
This is Koinonia.
Our doors to the Farm House were once again flung wide open.
With that willingness God did His work.
Open the doors my friends to the Power
of the resurrected King.
Let Him do His work in your life.
It is not always easy.
The path He asks us to walk can be bitter and harsh.
Fling open the deep parts and let Him wash them anew.
I don’t know if this will happen again.
For now I will just rest in the wonder of what was.
I will step into deep gratitude for the grace given to see a buried desire spring into something better that I could have ever asked or imagined.
