Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12
So round about 4 years ago, my wife and I had finally had quite enough of the daily grind and rat race. We dreamed of a simpler, more slow paced life, where we could take time for the things that matter in life. Animals, gardens, fruit trees, lazy days on the lake, camping. While we weren’t coming from any corporate, high demand, high paying jobs, that would run you down over the years while ruining your health, it was still very demanding and somewhat stressful at times. I was self employed in construction, and she, a school teacher, and later a secretary. So we had some flexibility in our schedules, just not to the extent we wanted. This is some of what motivated us to move from south Georgia to the hills of Kentucky.
As you may know, starting a farm is NOT cheap at all. Especially when you are starting out on 100% raw land. Every single thing you build, buy, plant, or cut, costs either lots of money or sweat and blood.
Sweat and blood, I can give. Money, well, that runs out pretty quickly, when you haven’t had years to save up for the task at hand.
Since we had chosen a rather small community to move to, there wasn’t just a whole lot of work to go around. A fellow can find work, but it’s not always very well compensated, so the issue remained, financing.
The school called, they needed a teacher. We needed work, or at least, we needed to money that comes from working. I also had job opportunities in Georgia that stemmed from living there nearly 30 years. After praying on it for several weeks, we decided to make the move, hoping to use the opportunity to pay off some debt, and save some money to bring our farm farther along.
The move has payed off. We are once again debt free. And have been able to put aside some money to get our dreams off the ground.
As the end of the school year gets closer, the excitement at the thought of getting back to our little place in Kentucky is almost to much to contain. The mulberries should be in full swing when we get there, with blackberries soon following. The poke-shoots are past their prime, though we may get a few. The blackberries we planted last year may bear fruit as well.
Our camper sits, waiting on its occupants, us, to return. Sadly it will only be for 2 months, as we will be returning to Georgia for 1 more school year.
And yes, my heart IS getting sick from all this deferred hope I have sitting around inside there. And I DO believe it will be like a tree of life to my soul when the day finally comes where we can move to our farm permanently.
Until that day…..