An amazing thing has been happening over the last 3 years. Disclaimer: I am going to talk about God in this post......if you don't agree or if this offends you in any way......Hm.....you won't get any apologies from me.
So an amazing thing has been happening over the last 3 years. Ever since I made it known that my goal was to start a farm with my husband, people have just started giving us things. I have been given yarn, fabric, wool, a spinning wheel, I bought an entire estate of weaving stuff including a loom, for a killer price, I've been given canning jars, old hankies lovingly embroidered many years ago......the list goes on. Once, my husband said that he wasn't sure what was meant by the beatitudes in the bible...what exactly is it to be blessed?
|Box upon box of canning jars given to me.....I am blessed.|
|Star-gazer in my kitchen right now.......their beauty makes me feel blessed.|
Today I brought home boxes and boxes of items that will be crucial in helping my husband and me put up food for our long winters on our new farm. I brought home boxes of blessings. I looked at them and my heart swelled.....I hadn't asked for them, in knowing people I have been given things like this that will mean a lot to us later.
|My kitty Juniper; as sweet a cat as there ever was.|
I am blessed. Every day to be here, to have what I have and not just material items either but those invisible things like courage and hope and faith. It takes a lot of all three to go from a 750 square foot condo to living off the land and depending on it for our very survival. My friend said it best the other day. She said, "It's time for you to go Patty, it's time for you two to cling together and bear out whatever comes, life is too short to do otherwise". I will miss her more than just about anyone.
|My cymbidium orchid; lovely and fragrant|
That is when God steps up to the plate and pours out more blessings than I have a right to hope for. There is a feeling that comes over me when I least expect it. A feeling of gratitude, because in my heart of hearts I know where and who things like this come from. It is harder, much harder, to believe in coincidences. I am amazed that some people still do.