When You’re A Part of Something More

part of something more

When we moved here almost a year ago, there was a certain sense of excitement and freedom.

We had lived in #littleapartmentontheprairie for two-and-a-half years, which was two years longer than we had planned. Moving out of there, of course, brought it’s own degree of freedom, but there was a restlessness I wasn’t aware I had.

I had a restlessness that could really only be tamed by living here.

It isn’t just the quiet, rural setting. It isn’t the ample space in home or land. It isn’t even the fact I can sing karaoke tunes any time of day with reckless abandon (though that is far more freeing than I realized).

I’m a part of something here, and that is what my restlessness found peace in.

Every time I walk through the garden, I’m overwhelmed by how much can grow from a tiny seed. I’m overwhelmed by how our plot of gardening space can teach me about life, planning, risk, and reward.

I’m entertained – to no end – by our 12 chickens. They’re hilarious to watch and interact with. Now they’ve started laying, and I’m in awe we have breakfast, lunch, and dinner coming from my very own back yard.

I’m excited to see what the future brings. Our apple and pear trees were only planted this spring, and I’m looking forward to the day they’ll begin producing fruit. We’ve only just discovered we have a walnut tree, and I’m looking forward to serving and storing my own walnuts.

I’m excited to expand our gardening and our flock as time goes on, and to tend to everything in its season.

And while this place feels so perfect and its as though it was built just for us, I know I’m a part of something more.

You see, when God led us here after all our plans came up dry, we were happy for the house. We were happy for the lot. We were happy for the distance from town. We knew we were in the right place.

We had no idea how happy we’d be for the community, though.

The town only eight miles from us is where we now consider our community to be. We go to the library, the grocery store, the bank, and the park. We have been getting to know several people and every time we go there, it feels more and more like home.

The end of summer will be marked by the town’s number one claim to fame: Potato Days. It’s an event we went to for the first time last year, and one I look forward to returning to.

But if you look even closer to home, you’ll find more of what we’re a part of.

We’ve got neighbors who are more like family than friends. We’ve got good people surrounding us on every side. We’ve got a community of our own out here, and I couldn’t be more thrilled to have these people in our lives.

And one in particular stands out. I remember the day he introduced himself to us, as he walked away back to his house I smiled and told Hubs, “I have a feeling he’s going to be really special to our family.”

That was the day we met Farmer John. John to anyone else, but Farmer John to us (thanks to my senseless need to give others nicknames they didn’t ask for).

And now, a year later. Farmer John needs our prayers.

I know this house was built for us. I know this lot was designed with us in mind. I know the town and the community were all meant to one day have us as a part of it.

But now I know we were meant to be prayer warriors on Farmer John’s behalf.

I don’t know what I can share, or should – I don’t even know as many details as I wish I did. I only know Farmer John is very, very ill. The “c” word has been suspected as the culprit, and he went from fine to weak in a brief amount of time.

You, as a faithful reader, are a part of my community. You’ve followed me along the way and you’ve been as much a part of my journey as the shoes I wore while making it.

As part of my community, you’re also now a part of Farmer John’s and I’m pleading with you to pray for him.

When anyone is sick or ill, my go-to prayer is to pray the Psalms. Psalm 41:1-3 has been my beacon of hope in this case, and in many before it.

Will you be a part of this community with me, and will you pray this Psalm over Farmer John?

Blessed is the one who considers the poor!
    In the day of trouble the Lord delivers him;
the Lord protects him and keeps him alive;
    he is called blessed in the land;
    you do not give him up to the will of his enemies.
The Lord sustains him on his sickbed;
    in his illness you restore him to full health.

Amen.

And thank you for being a part of my something more.

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