When Dreams Come True on the Farm
Mine is a small dream, but the sum total of all our dreams come true make us who we are today. The dream I am speaking of was to not only become a writer but to have my own writing cabin somewhere on our farm. It would be a place to escape to, to enjoy a section of the farm I don’t usually visit. To be surrounded by nature. And even though I enjoy my office, which is where I pay bills, this just wasn’t the place I envisioned in my dreaming, where my creative juices would be fueled by the beauty around me.
If there is one thing I have learned from the farm it is this: Every thing has a season. There is a time to reap and a time to sow. I sowed my dream a good while back.
The reaping of that dream came in an unusual way. A friend of mine had a three-sided, wood covered run in shed for her horses that she had the Amish build. She had no need of it now since selling her horses. Her price was fairly reasonable and it would make sense to place it in one of our horse pastures, or to park farm equipment in, or it could be used for the feeder calf we hope to buy in the future. Again, there was my practical side talking to me. But the dreamer in me wanted it for my writing cabin.
After several days past and I was in this tug-of-war as to whether this would be the right decision to get the shed for me, it was while I was completing my mail box walk and walking the meadow behind my house, that the three Corgis heard me say, “Well, Lord, I really want the shed, I suppose we can use it for the farm, but I really want it for my writing cabin. How will I know what to do?” And then out of the clear-blue this came to me as if I was talking to myself: If she would come down on her price you would know that this is your writing cabin dream come true!” But what price would you be willing to pay? A price came to mind. If this is agreed this shed is your writing cabin. Agreed. Simple as that.
Now, I am not making this up when I say that she called the next morning after many days passed passed and I was trying to make a decision. She then offered me a reduced price. The exact price I mentioned yesterday during my mailbox walk. I was elated. It was a God thing. I love it when this happens. Needless to say, I said yes.
I found someone to move it from her place to mine. Went to the bank and got the cash and was elated when I saw it coming down the driveway the next day. My dream had been sown and now I was reaping the harvest of my sowing. Like planting tomatoes and picking the first one! It was good.
(I'll keep you update on my improvements to my writing cabin.)