Sunday, September 22, 2013

the farm (in ninevah...not really ninevah)

*disclaimer - this is a multimedia post.  something i don't usually do but had to just this once. {smile}

the patten8 farm

the patten8's new home

"big red" - the tractor that we'll be using to do work on the farm
"shitkickers" - a necessity for the farm
y'all might think we're a little crazy moving the patten8 to a farm.  and that's okay.  but can i just tell you how completely and totally ecstatic we all are to be able to live on this beautiful piece of land?!?!?
only in my wildest dreams did i ever think i would be movin to a place like this.  seriously.  it's only by the grace of God, folks, that we get to live, and work, and breathe country living.
and i, for one, can. not. wait!
here's why...
we're gonna work and get our hands dirty and sweat and feel sore and all kinds of good stuff like that. 
and we're gonna plow the land, cultivate, plant, nuture, grow fruits and veggies. 
and we're gonna raise chickens, sheep, goats, cows and learn about life and death. 
and we're gonna have a horse and learn about breaking a horse to ride and not be afraid.
and we're gonna do all of this, ALL OF THIS because...

Psalm 126

A song of ascents.

When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion,
    we were like those who dreamed.
 Our mouths were filled with laughter,    our tongues with songs of joy.
Then it was said among the nations,
    “The Lord has done great things for them.”
 The Lord has done great things for us,
    and we are filled with joy.
 Restore our fortunes, Lord,
like streams in the Negev.
    Those who sow with tears
    will reap with songs of joy.
 Those who go out weeping,
    carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
    carrying sheaves with them.
(emphasis mine)
for those of you who have followed our journey know the tears that have been shed in this home and the many times i've wanted to say "enough.  i give up.". 
but He has brought us joy...not just because of the farm.  but because He has given us -broken, desperate, barren and weak followers - a deeper sense of His love for us.  for me. 
our first night in israel, my hubby and i had the honor of sitting at the same table as our pastor/shepherd/rabbi rod and his lovely wife/shepherdess/rabbanit libby.  our conversation turned to raising kiddos and how hard it is.  i remember how at one point i passionately shared how i wanted to raise my six kiddos on a farm because i was raised on a farm and it was such a great experience.  not always fun.  but so good.
little did i know that only a few short months after that conversation would we be moving to a farm.  the farm.  the one He had picked out for us before time began.
"and we are filled with joy."
in His grace. and. always. for His glory.
p.s. ninevah isn't looking so bad after all...and we'll be subscribing to "small farm journal". 
now click here...our theme song for this chapter of our journey.