In 13 days, we will be the new owners of a mini ranch. Pinch me! It still feels so surreal. This is something I've dreamt of for as long as I can remember. We visited our future home again today, and I was reminded of the amount of love it needs. We are going to be in the best shape of our lives, that's what. But someday, someday there really will be sheep.
And there really will be horses.
And there really will be grapes, orchards, garden beds, chickens, ranch dogs, and mouser cats.
And there will be room or my children to romp and get filthy and learn about life through this gorgeous countryside. And we will look up and see how massively powerful and creative and artistic our Father is, and we find our spirits at peace, knowing that He is God, that He has entrusted this beautiful creation to our hands and hearts to steward, and we are filled with thankfulness.
In 13 days, we will still be living in the trailer as we prepare the little cabin to be suitable for living in, but it will be ours. Our homestead. I'm still so amazed.
