Nearly four years ago, two city kids sold their suburban dream and rented an 1870 farm house smack in the center of corn fields, just down the road from the middle of nowhere. They bought some lumber and drew out plans for a chicken coup and with the help of their God-fearing-farmer-turned-pastor, they raised up 100 chicks… a new dream was born.
And so our little experiment is coming to an end as we set out to buy our very own farm house, still in the middle of nowhere and just as old.
We’ve also welcomed and then said good-bye to our first foster baby. We miss her but know God hears our prayers for her and her mom. He is their shelter and their hiding place, their defender!
In between the crazy, my daughter refinished another stunning piece! I’ve not had the time to work on my stash. She buys up my pieces and finishes them before I can. I fight the urge to sneak downstairs at night when she’s alseep and do a little sanding or waxing when she’s not looking! I do my best thinking and process life’s events when refinishing furniture, a paint brush in my hand. But it’s hard to get much of that done when you fall into bed exhausted at the end of the day! Even so, I wouldn’t have it any other way!
I had fun pushing aside the boxes to stage the porch for some pics. It can look cute one last time before we move, right? Packing up everything you own into cardboard boxes is no fun, but it will be worth the work to settle in a place that is our own again. I can’t wait to show you the inside of the house!
The top drops down for a slim fit in tight spaces and opens when you need extra table space.