All in, All done??…..SOLD!!

THAT is when the tears came. I was surprised by them, actually.

Until this point in our story, our lives, I was OK with the idea of selling our ample, beloved home and setting out across the nation to serve and encourage. I had surprisedly shed nary a tear, not even when the auction signs were pounded into the yard. But that phrase, that word, after a few short minutes of anxiously waiting and watching….auctioneer, bidder, auctioneer, bidder, auctioneer, another bidder, auctioneer….

Then, it was over. That quickly. No turning back now. Just one more milestone on our Heritage Homestead Journey. We would have thirty days to vacate, to prepare the home for its next family who would cherish the memories to be made. (And after having met them, we were confident they would do so.)

The auction didn’t go as **we** had planned, had hoped. In fact, if we’re being honest here, Mr. Patient and I had hoped for a bit of extra gravy (higher price) when the house sold. We had a price in mind that we **needed** in order to be able to afford our plans.

Did we come to terms with the selling price??

As with most of this journey thus far, we want to be open to the plans our Heavenly Father and His Spirit have for us, yielding our will to His. We don’t pretend that doing so will always be easy or comfortable or even fun.

Maybe **we** are the ones who are “SOLD!”. Well, we **should be** at least. Are we “all in, all done” for Christ? Hmmmm….that’s not an easy question to answer if we are being completely honest. I mean, for real, how many of us Believers honestly are “all in, all done” for Jesus?

I am still working on my response to that question.

Just something to think about…

Thanks for being here, ya’ll. We appreciate you.

❤️Mrs. Katie

 

 

 

 

To the Next Owners of Our House

July 27, 2018, the Night before our House Auction

 

Dear Next Owners of our House,

 

Twelve hours from now our lives will have taken a major turn. We will be preparing to move out of our home as you prepare to move in. This is what we wanted, what we want, but the knowing doesn’t make the transition terribly easy.

 

You see, we will have been married 29 years on July 29, the day after our house auction. For all of those years, we have lived in married housing, a small apartment, a starter home, my family’s homestead and now what is to be your new home. We moved to this house just over six years ago when my husband’s job brought us to this area. The Lord gave us the job and the house, which has been perfectly suited for our family and our needs.

 

Each house in which we have lived has been more than a house, but a home. There is a difference, you surely know. A house is Continue reading “To the Next Owners of Our House”

Liberty and Homegrown Tomatoes

Those of us in the United States of America are celebrating our country’s 242nd birthday today, July 4, 2018. Most are, at least.

This calendar year finds lots of Americans bothered to the point that celebrating the Independence of the colonies from England in 1776 a difficult thing to do. They are having a hard time finding the joy in our Independence when their personal worlds are in physical, emotional, spiritual, or personal bondage.

Indeed, one doesn’t have to look far to hear the true stories of folks who are marginalized, hurt, persecuted, abandoned, separated, and discouraged in this country. Many are fearing the freedoms they hold dear to be slipping away. This is true of folks on both sides of the political aisle, as well as those who are in the middle of the aisle or even riding fences. Loss of freedoms and marginalization are not simply issues reserved for one particular group of folks; this seems to be the general emotional consensus.

But, there is hope. I choose to believe people are good, generally speaking. I believe people want to be treated fairly and loved honestly. We have met a good many of them on our travels. We have hosted many, many folks in our homes through the years and heard lots of life-stories. When we boil down the busyness, pressures and aspects of humanity, it turns out we all just desire the freedom to live and love on this ball of earth the way we see fit, going about joyfully without trouble.

You want “change we can believe in” or are you interested in “making America great again”?? Okey doke, listen up, because it is simple. It costs you Continue reading “Liberty and Homegrown Tomatoes”

Casseroles and Tacos

Have you ever had a crazy idea that turned out to be such a blessing? That’s what has happened this month to a friend of ours and me (Katie). We have launched a project which has actually proven to be a blessing in each of our personal lives.

That friend is Andrea from Our Supper Stories.  I was nearly in tears when I first read her blog a few months ago. The similarities between our stories are so incredibly striking, as well as our purpose, passion and desire to listen and share stories.

Andrea and I began communicating. A lot. When we first met on Instagram , we had so very much to catch-up on as we seemed destined to be friends. It was during one of those communications that the words, “let’s begin a podcast”, flowed through the wifi waves which connect the 2,129 miles between us. What a leap of faith and one that we know the Lord led us to take! Our own stories seemed so similar yet so different. In fact, we felt Continue reading “Casseroles and Tacos”

Walking in March 2018

Katie here….

Oh my word, ya’ll! How can March have journeyed past me without one little post or addition to our home-on-the-web, this HERITAGE WAYS website. I am so sorry for not checking in with ya’ll but I’m here now…. giving a little update of life with us. Maybe you’ll understand why I’ve been covered up with …… well, life and stuff.

A few buttercups and a dab of snow

Our plans are still on track as we prepare for our HERITAGE HOMESTEAD JOURNEY. Actually, this whole Continue reading “Walking in March 2018”

Red Flags

Red flags are usually meant to indicate danger, warnings of impending harm or damage to people or property. As I sit on the Emerald Coast of Florida this morning I can’t help but notice the stiffly flying red flag which warns folks about the rough Gulf waves. I also can’t help but enjoy the oddly peaceful sound of the crashing waves and the fresh salty breezes which actually aid my youngest son’s breathing.

A stiffly flying red flag doesn’t physically have to be present for someone to be wary of a bad business deal or a dark cave or even dating the wrong person. “Too many red flags,” they might be heard to say.

This post forces us to just jump right into a topic which might be a red flag topic to some–well, to many. TOO many.

I may be jumping into a somewhat dangerous body of water, but the risk is worth it.

It is time. Continue reading “Red Flags”

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