My readers know that my husband passed away in April this past year. When that happened; the little farm property that we bought together (two and a half years ago) did not seem to bring me the same joy that it did when he was here enjoying it with me. I had actually meant to put it on the market, and was encouraged to do so by many. But…
I was fortunate to go on a trip to Chicago with a friend. One of the things that we did was go through the Museum of Science and Industry. Of course my favorite part was the section on how food is raised, My friend (who had been there before) was so excited to show me the giant incubator. As we watched chicks hatch from eggs, I was struck once again by the magic of life. My friend who grew up in the city was amazed at the site of the chicks pipping out. I was thinking about chickens, eggs, gardens, fruit trees. The sustainability of planting a seed, and watching it grow into grass; that would feed the animals. They in turn would feed us. The rest of the trip I was thinking about my property, and what I had originally intended to do with it.
Several days went by, and each day I found myself day dreaming about reviving the gardens, replanting the pasture, obtaining more chickens, and then getting the sheep and pig bred.
So here I am in the new year; refreshing what I had originally started with Steve. Talking to my friends again about farm community. Where will it all lead?
I do not know. What I do know is this. God told me that He was going to do something new with me; and He is. Praise you Lord.