On Waiting Gracefully

Waiting for the farm has been inexpressibly long. Not simply as a lifetime dream, though it is that, but as an active search constantly derailed. By some truly wild stuff, including an epic category 5 hurricane that literally blew my town to bits, five days before closing on one farm.

I cannot claim that I’ve always waited with grace. I’ve grown impatient, complained, and tasted despair. I’ve seen in my own life the proof that suffering produces perseverance, and all that follows. Trials are part of life, we certainly haven’t reached the end of them, but the farm is finally part of the picture.

A beautiful part, full of intense amounts of work, and full also of hope.

Almost there. Hopefully the next post will be after we move in.

Let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not give up.
Galatians 6:9