For many years, I had no home. I lived in rooms of rented houses or slept on couches owned by generous friends.

But in my heart, my home was knocking. I heard it. In my mind’s eye, I saw it.

I saw acres of green fields. I saw four seasons. I saw my boy growing up in God’s own country.

We sold all our belongings and moved to a place we had never been before. We knew no one. We had no job.

But I heard home knocking.

After a year and a half of searching, we found it. Our realtor asked as we pulled on the gravel driveway, “Is this your idea of paradise?”

Yes. We had found it. A small piece of land to serve as my sanctuary, my place to heal and my son’s space to grow.

I answered that knock.

I came home.

hands light across the field guitar the big oak puppies pouring tea

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