08/05/2022
Y’all say an extra prayer for me, today. Selling our farm is a good and right thing, but I raised my kids and so much more, here so I am sad.
On our way to sign closing papers and make this sale official. So bittersweet. Glory Shine Farm was my dream. Now, I hardly recognize the place. It’s overgrown and unkempt and silent. I longed for the crow of a rooster or a distant moo, but all I could hear was my own breathing, heavy, when we went up yesterday to close this chapter of our lives. I’m stuck in a kind of sadness where my heart breaks over and over.
Our land and home now will allow for chickens and I’m trying to talk my husband into a couple of goats. I needed the farm. It was my provision. My dream. My gift. God knows I’m trying so hard to bite back tears. I see relief in his face. He’s talking about the future with hope and I’m the wet blanket and undone over all of this.
I’m keeping this page open so I can revisit and today, I’d love to hear your memories of our little farm.