In my 33yrs, Ive lived with my parents, my grandma, numerous couches and beds of friends and strangers, at rehabs and shelters, in jails, in psych wards, in my vehicles, in parks, and under bridges, boats and bushes. All have been home whether for a day, month or years... some have been cozy, clean and warm, others have been uncomfortable, dirty and cold. But never have I had a place of my own to call home... till now. On October 1st the door of my dream farm opened. This place was my great-uncle Ron Hansen. He sold it many years ago and we watched the beautiful farmstead go downhill fast. My dad and I have been doing the mowing and landscaping for the past few years as well as farming the 130 acre field surrounding the farm. The house was vacant and in need of restoration. While mowing the lawn, I would pray over this place... that if God would open the door to live here someday, this farmstead could be a place to call home and a sanctuary for not only myself, but for others to feel the undeniable presence of His Holy Spirit when they came. The door opened September 30th when I stopped by house to talk with the owner... and I moved in the next day. This place is not entirely my own. I am renting. Though if the door opens for me to buy the property (which is a desire), even then it will still only be that which is entrusted to me... for it is Gods Property. I want to bring its luster back and restore it to how beautiful my uncle Ron used to keep it... and more, with the fragrance of Jesus permeating throughout every blade of grass, every leaf on every tree, every rock, every wooden board within the house. May this place be a refuge for myself... a home mission field. And may this place be a refuge for others who come to converse over coffee or simply need a quiet place to go walk the fields, take the path back to the woods and sit under a tree, or watch the sunrise and sestet. I shall name her Sonrise Farms. For the sun shines brightly over this farm, But Jesus is the brightest light that illuminates. And He is risen and He is alive... knocking on hearts. And just as the door to this farm opened, so I pray That through this place, many doors of hearts Open up to Jesus... To find a home. An eternal home in Heaven. I am humbled. I am grateful. I am joy-full to be home. Though not permanent, For Heaven awaits. cling to the Rock Psalm 18:1-2
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 19:35:18 +0000
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