The Farm Dream
I see it, hear it, smell it, taste it, and feel it. The deep desire molds and transforms into a vivid dream. So vivid I can feel the rock and dirt beneath my dusty boots. My hair is blown off my face by the gentle breeze swaying back and forth the tall blades of grass. I can feel the callous formed on my hand from turning nothing into something. I can hear breathless children running to roam, explore, and grow. The sounds of familiar animals abound and meander through field and tree. The scent of rich earth, old wood, and life are present in every breath I inhale. I can see the raw beauty of new growth, life, starry nights, and the rising of a sun dripping warmth on everything it touches.
The dream continues at a slow, intentional pace.
I can taste the sweetness of the simplest of foods raised in nothing more than rain, dirt, and sunshine. My mouth waters as the simple turns into a creation of love placed on a table filled with precious people all around. The stories shared and memories tucked away around the old scratched table brings warmth to my heart. I can feel the softness of worn out couch cushions and can hear the squeak of the porch swing. This is just too much, my heart may burst.
I can see it. I can see the little home filled with every lovely piece of family history. Small chunks of dried mud are scattered from one porch to the next. I hear the slam of the screen door as the freedom to run flows through my children’s veins. I feel shade from hovering trees providing a sanctuary. I see the old worn quilt laying in the grass with remnants of children’s lunch scattered across.
I can feel the sense of values, experience, honor, hard work, determination, curiosity, ingenuity, encircling and taking place in our souls where there were empty spaces we never knew existed. I want to stay here. The place I want to grow old with my husband in. The place I want to raise and love my children in. The place where others flock to get away from it all in my piece of paradise…
Though the dream is beautiful, I must open my eyes. I am missing it. Missing the here and now. The beauty of the wait.
For now I’ll take the desire that gave birth to my beautiful dream and praise the good Lord above. Rest in the contentment. The desire that was woven into the tapestry of my life was done by Him. I’ll wring my heart out so my desires can flow into the every day. To let them seep into every crevice of my life. I’ll strive to live and walk out those desires right here and right now. Not to wait on the planned circumstance or when the next time I close my eyes lost in a daydream. I don’t want to miss the chance to live the beauty that lies within today.
So until the farm dream burst into a beautiful reality, I’ll let the desire take over and live it now, for Him.
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