It's been 6 months since we packed up the farm and said goodbye to dirt roads, goat baby snuggles and quiet walks in the woods.
We have been on an exciting, roller-coaster journey ever since... many have followed the Hunt through thick and thin! Lots of places to see and explore, miles of roads to cover with an abundance of pros and cons to weigh... to be honest, there were days when I tearfully feared we had made a huge mistake. I desparately longed for the safety of our tree-lined drive and wanted nothing more than to head back home...
Our lowest point of the hunt was back earlier this spring. Despite a torn rotator cuff, we spent the day with our realtor and found a place that whispered home to our hearts.
It was the last stop of the day and we fell in love.
But our hopes were dashed when we found out that the cost of running electricity to the 11 acre property was "astronomical" putting it squarely out of our reach...
Sad. De-railed. Not sure of our next steps... It is when fear took hold and was, oh, so very hard to shake.
Just what did we think we were doing? Maybe, possibly, we had mis-judged? Time to re-group and get torn rotator cuffs repaired...
God graciously re-filled our cups and the dream flared bright... with recuperation of torn tendons came hours to spend pouring over maps and listings. We drove endlessly, enjoying the advent of spring and countless stops at small town Dairy Queens for Blizzard breaks...
And we kept coming back to our 11 acre paradise to see if anyone else had bought it. We were like crazy, land stalker people... smile...
We just couldn't shake it. Nothing else we saw could compare... And I think maybe God had a plan.
He just had to convince us to trust Him.
Amazingly enough, the 11 acres remained on the market despite a lot of activity.
And so... Last month we made an offer. A low offer. And held our breath.
It felt a bit like we were standing on the edge of the high dive... scared, nervous, excited... How many times did we ask, "God, are you sure?"
He was sure.
The offer was accepted without even a counter...
It's Ours!
Back at home, down tree-lined dirt roads...
Quiet walks under the sun dappled oak canopy...
Meandering Brushy Creek borders the property, just begging
the kayakers and fishermen to come play...
Wildlife abundant...
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The banks of beautiful Lake Texoma bordering our southern boundary...
We closed on the property this past week and are still pinching ourselves. Truly? Ours? Thanksgiving pouring freely...
Silly grins on our faces, pouring over log cabin designs and planning future family gatherings...
Oh, and the electric? Still don't have it. Yep... And water? Not that either... We took the plunge off that high dive with abandon.
Seems that this farmer family doesn't do easy...
We do Adventure.
We do Glorious.
We do Crazy very, very well...
But, oh, the joy it brings to our very souls.
Throwing Gratitude Heavenward for all Good Gifts.
Trusting the Gift-Giver for each step of the Journey ahead...
Giddy with Grace,
Jane
