I have been living on a small 10 acre hobby farm for the last seven years. Our farm consists of a 160 year old farm house, a battle weary barn and a mish mash of rescued animals the Lord uses to reach out to lost people in need of support and a safe place. Now upon first glance most people would screw up their noses at our less than manicured lawn, hidden by liliac bushes that have grown into wild and wierd looking tree's. If that was not enough to put them off the huge pile of logs , old fence post and scrub waiting to be cut up for next year's fire wood does nothing to enhance the old world charm one would come to expect from so old a property. As people pull into the round dirt track that is our driveway they might be tempted to think " You've got to be kidding me is this it!" And I would have to pull my best sheepish grin and nod, understanding where such a remark could come from. You see they don't have the eyes to see what the Lord has shown me, in fact most of the people that grace my life can't see it. Most of my family, friends and church family have spent quite a great deal of time trying to talk some sense into James and I but to no avail. Why? Because the outside world judges what is seen, not what is unseen and that is what faith is all about. What the casual observer would miss is dispite the outward appearance of this farm there are everyday miracles that abound on this property. Nothing could prepare me for the joy I had encountered when the Lord let me witness the look on the face of a young boy who had truely encountered God for the first time, I have seen the Lord work and restore a young girl's self esteem and free her from the grips of a very abusive releationship that had kept her held in bondage for years, I have seen the Lord use this farm as a safe haven for a young girl who didn't fit in with her family and despite huge learning disabilities go on to obtain full time employment in the field of her choice. And still the Lord continues to bless us. Just recently I've seen the Lord use the unconditional love of a dog to help a young girl overcome crippling anxiety and take the first few steps in controlling her own life. This my friends is priceless. This is why we work so hard to continue dispite financial hardships, poor health and at times personal persecution. A person very close to me after surveying the contents of our property and home let out an exasperated breath and said to me " why don't you get rid of the animals don't you want nice things" and my reply is still the same as it was back than absolutely not!
I Heard The Call
I remember it all like it was yesterday when we came to stay
All reved up to serve the Lord we jumped right into the fray
I had it all mapped out you see, the next five years were mine
But my Lord he had another plan if I would only give him time
The first four years I'm sad to say, seemed like such a waste
Pain, disapointment and shattered dreams was all he made me face
I didn't understand the path I took was an up hill climb
But the lessons learned along the way would serve me throughout time
You chipped away what was dead in me you opened my eyes to see
The opportunities to serve you Lord, you always believed in me
Not once did you ask me about my skills or for my resume'
All you said was you believed in me and you word it showed the way
You draw me close and whisper do you hear me call
Be my voice, be my hands and catch others before they fall
Don't worry if they laugh at you or if folks don't understand at all
Just keep the faith, obey my word, and you'll never miss my call
He said don't worry if the road ahead seems tougher than you thought
Praise me for the provisions I'll make and for the wars I fought
For while you were weak I was strong my hand it still rules the day
For my love will always carry you and my light will lead the way
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I am a freelance writer and poet that writes poetry and commentary on my christian life. I live in northern Ont. on a small hobby farm with my husband and an assortment of dogs, cats,horses,donkey and goats. I write to glorify my savior.