Buy the Rockin Chairs

I’ve never been one of these people whose faith never wanders.

I love people who are solid-faith-rocks, but I’m just not one of them. My knees feel like a middle school boy asking a girl out for the first time when I think about the ways God has asked me to trust Him the past few months with this farm.

After our offer was accepted for the purchase of the farm, I thought everything was going to flow like a mountain stream on a calm, summer day. Smooth and peaceful.

I was not prepared for the process to feel much like these burlap pillows I had made one time. I thought they were a great idea, until I laid my cheek on them.

Rough.

Scratchy.

And just a bad idea for couch pillows.

But they were so pretty.

And so was the farm. And some day’s that pretty image of the farm was all I had to keep going.

Because there were lenders who passed around their “no thank-you’s” to our loan application. The complicated reality of our fiancés was rough.

Then there were repairs that were financially impossible.

And there were people who tried to convince us that all these obstacles were somehow God trying to protect us, maybe we should just give up this dream and move on they whispered to us.

And I would lay awake night after night wondering if this whole thing would fall apart or if it was just a really bad idea.

But on Mother’s Day 2014, I walked into the living room and there sitting in the middle of the room were two black rocking chairs. I opened the card and read these words that will never leave me…

For the day we are sitting on our front porch, together.

Love,

Kris

I was in a process of doubt. And I needed a picture of the promise.

Those chairs became my promise to hold tight to the dream, no matter what came against it. And the days when it looked like it would all fall apart? I’d rub my hands on those chairs and pray this verse…

And last week, when we finally set those rocking chair on the front porch?