Our farm is for sale.
My hubby and I planned on giving this land to our children someday.
We imagined grandkids on this farm.
But God, I do believe, sits back and chuckles at our plans.
In a loving fatherly way that is....
And so this new story is just beginning, in the fall, no less. A time when you hunker down,
fire up the wood stove, make huge batches of soup in your crockpot. You get out your Christmas decor...
I think to myself....fall, Lord? Really? How about summer?
I am always up for an adventure, but not at the start of winter.
But there is no use arguing, I have already surrendered to the whole notion of change.
But only because it is God's idea, not mine or my hubby's, it is God's alone.
Yes, we have come up with our own reasonings as to why this is taking place.
But again, I think I hear God chuckling as He says.... ok, think what you must...
just follow me.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.