Growing up, at least half my life was living on our farm up a hollow (Holler) 66 acres of which 33 was ours and at the very end of the hollow was 33 more which lay empty between the hills and groves of trees . . . With fruit trees lining the little creek running through the property.
We had a huge family with kids running everywhere, very loud, with a good amount of drama.
The adjacent land became my place of peace as I would retreat and lie down on the grass while the autumn leaves 🍂 would float all around me. In my young mind, it wasn’t a question of “Did I own the property?” The question was where I was going to build my house one day. It seemed at each visit I would be changing my mind as to where my house should be . . . And oh, how many times the house was redesigned while the leaves flowed down, while catching a few and examining their colors.
Before Nate and I were married, we hiked and walked around the propery, lying on the ground looking up through the trees, my dream became his . . . And we finally bought the land.
So we had built a house in California, bought our fantasy hollor, and had property in North Carolina near Raleigh when we retired.
Do you know . . . After much prayer, God had something else in mind . . . And here we are . . . Happy in Tennessee.
But sometimes when the busyness of the day brings thoughts of what to do first, what to do next . . .
In my mind, going back to lying there on the ground in my little country hollow, feeling and seeing the leaves floating around, catching a few, looking up through the trees . . . while the little brook makes contented peaceful sounds, soothes my mind and helps be in that place . . . Of that moment in time.
“Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.”
2 Thessalonians 3:16
