We Bought the Farm: Six Lessons I've Learned So Far
Updated: Oct 9, 2019
The dust billows behind the mower, the sun is setting over the pines and I am overcome with a feeling of pure satisfaction. This is our land! Ours! Like, it belongs to us. I know this is going to come across as a gross exaggeration, but I can’t help feeling like the Israelites must have felt when they entered the promise land. Our land may not be the land flowing with milk and honey, but these twenty-seven acres are a dream turned reality for us.
The dream has been a long time coming. It is actually an answer to prayer. I’ve prayed for years for God to provide a yard more conducive to playing outside and enough land for Stewart to make whatever size garden he wants. This land, this answer to prayer, took such a long time coming, it is difficult to believe the time is here. I was so used to hearing God tell me...wait, wait, not yet, it was hard for me to switch gears and take action when the opportunity presented itself.
For Stewart, I imagine, the desire to have land of his own started as a boy on a farm in Illinois where he spent countless hours following his beloved grandfather around feeding cows and mending fences. Riding four-wheelers, hunting deer, and working up a farm size appetite were just some of the perks of farm life. Not to mention the tractor (Stewart has been looking at used ones every chance he gets). I see a tractor in our near future.
For me, I suppose the love of being outside can be traced back to a girl growing up in Bennett Acres. No animals for us, but our neighbor had a horse we fed through the fence. We had plenty of room for pickup games of baseball and tag. Many a Sunday my dad would turn to me and say, “Wanna go hit golf balls in the backyard?” Being outside always equaled a good time and the love of the great outdoors was instilled in me.
Some people will call us crazy, but as I sit here, I see a vision for our life on this land. I see our kids learning the value of hard work and playing so hard they fall asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow. I want my children to be filled with “farm stories” to tell their own kids someday.
We are only a few weeks into this new adventure and I can already see the Lord is continuing the lessons on waiting. We waited for so long for the land and now we are both trying to be patient and take this one step at a time. I don't know about you, but I have to fight the temptation to want to have everything all at once.
Isn't it funny, I spent so much time praying about the land and told God I was happy with the house we have, I didn't need a bigger house, if only a bigger yard. I kind of assumed a house would come with the yard, but I suppose he answered my prayer just like I prayed it. So, now, I'm still working on listening to his voice and not getting ahead of ourselves. Instead of stressing about house plans and when we will build out here and WHERE will we live while we are building... oh, my! Starting to stress just writing that! I’m learning to relax...not there yet, but learning.
These are my lessons in my first two weeks of being a farm girl. Maybe a few of them might apply to you and your life whether you are country girl or city girl.
Enjoy the process. Enjoy the simple pleasure of life.
We have mowed, well, Stewart has mowed and I bring him water. The lesson is being prepared- I must pack water and all our stuff before we go there since there is no water and electricity. That includes toilet paper, ladies.
Stewart has learned to fix his mower when the belt slips off. You can do things you have never done before and solving problems is rewarding. Not going to lie, when I heard Stewart's mower start after he worked for two hours in the sun to fix it, I almost cried I was so proud of him.
We saw a real live coyote. (Like fifty feet from us) We are a part of God's circle of life and he has created some scary things. The coyote sighting was amazing and terrifying.
Shot some fireworks. Leave room for fun and awe!
Chatted by the fire and watched the stars come out. Stars and fire are way better than Netflix for connecting with your guy.
My dad helped us hang a tire swing. Brains work better than strength ninety-nine percent of the time. My dad brought us some fishing line to help us throw the rope right where we wanted it. That fishing line probably saved us two hours on that project and maybe a fight.
Anyway, the swing brought forth giggles and joy, a song of the things to come. Enjoy the simple things!