22 years ago we had our first conversation across the tailgate of his pickup truck. We were volunteering at a church youth home in the city and taking a lemonade break in the shade of a tall tree. He took a long drink, then pointed his cup back at the house.
"I'd like to do something kind of like that some day. Have a little place out in the country where kids could get out of the city and find some peace. Have some animals, gardens, fresh air. Maybe a place where someone in trouble could find a little refuge."
I took another look at him and felt my heart beat quicker. I had literally just been thinking the same thing...who was this guy?
My husband, as it would turn out. And that conversation was the seed of a dream that God laid in both our hands. I had all but forgotten that we'd planted it until I read through the journals and saw with some surprise the tending of another Gardener.
The dream has changed a bit as we have grown. The vision maturing and becoming more of what God intended all along, I suspect. I'm not ready to write it all down in this space yet, but we are beginning to look at the next part of our lives with different eyes.
A few of our dreams...the parts that are easier to see: