Out of Control

There is a certain peace in having no control over anything. God has been working on my ability to be patient for a long time. Say, almost 44 years. I have not mastered it by any stretch of the imagination, but I continue to amaze myself during this whole farm process.

First, God put it on our hearts to move to the country. Then he patiently waited for several years until we were really sold on the idea. To the point that I had almost begin to wonder if we were really supposed to move. Then He provided a made to order place for us to go. We had each been praying specifically for different things. This property has all of that and more.

Now, the best part of all of this is that there was very little we could do to make this happen. It either would or it wouldn't. No amount of worrying or stressing would do anything to further acquiring this property. We put in our bid and waited.

We are still waiting. I mean, our bid was accepted, financing has been secured, but now there are issues with the title. They were supposed to be worked out by today, but we have heard nothing. That is pretty par for this course. We have had to wait what seems inordinately long for every step of this process. We still don't have a closing date set.

The point of all of this is - I'm fine with that. I knew from the beginning that if this was the place God wanted for us to have, He was going to have to take care of it for us. So far, He's doing just fine. I can't do anything to further this process. He's in charge, I'm not. And I am cool with that. I find that I even like it.

A Piece of Texas History

Something cool that the inspector pointed out yesterday was the huge oak tree behind the house. He said that by the size of it, he thought it was a "heritage oak". Apparently that is a state designation for trees that were there prior to 1836. He said we should measure it, photograph it, and make sure our insurance company knows about it in case anything ever happens to it. I'm not sure what is funnier - that we were going to put a treehouse in it or that it is surrounded by what will be the chicken pen. I guess if it has been there all that time, it has seen stranger things than us. Well, maybe.

Visiting the farm

Today we went out to the farm with the inspector. No surprises there, but we had a nice time.

We visited with the donkey. They haven't decided whether or not he comes with the property, but we hope so. He is a really sweet donkey. We brought him apples and carrots today. He was very happy to see us and sad to see us go.

Many of the trees are heavy with fruit, too. I'm not sure what to do with all those pears. I hope they are good.

The kids and I also checked out the town. We found a nice pizzeria and had lunch there. It was quite yummy and the girl who worked there was really friendly. We walked around the main street. It reminded us of the little shopping district in our neighborhood. It feels more like home every time we go there.

Until we get there.....

We have been waiting to move to a farm for awhile now. We got a little impatient. We now have chickens in our backyard (sshhhh!). They live in a chicken tractor most of the time, but we love to let them run around. We have so much fun just watching them. They are such pets, too. They follow me around the yard hoping for treats. They both sit in my lap. This one is Pooh. She is a Light Brahma. The other one is Muffin. She is Buff Orpington. We usually get 2 eggs a day from them on top of all the enjoyment. Yes, we are silly.

New beginnings

I am just learning about this blogging thing, so be patient with me. What I want to do is share my thoughts as I transition from living in the center of a large city to life in the country.