Mama Musings: The House on Sleepy Hollow

A reel plays in my head, of a house by a stream; The place sent to realize a decade of dreams.

Several kids play in the snow or the sun. My work is not stressful, though it’s never quite done.

The house is apart from the city’s scurry, the mountain’s protection dispelling most worries.

The house is mine, God told me so. I’m just waiting for the right time to go.

Will the wider spaces seed greater peace? Will the orchard trees produce fruit with ease?

Will my snackstand and tea corner come to life? Will I have a piano? Can I finally write?

Will I miss my friends so the blessing feels cursed? Will I love it so much that it soothes any hurt?

Will I find the horse I’ve been waiting to friend? Will it all feel like too much work in the end?

If the house is mine, why must I wait? And from whence come the funds for a home this great?

A scene plays in my head, my house by the stream. We have a picnic, we live out our dreams.

My husband can finally hunt, play, and work. The stress in his eyes is gone, no more hurt.

We meet our challenges with Jesus’ grace. We serve Him no matter the season or place.

Maybe we’ll have more than one 3-person couch. We might be relieved in being spread out.

I’ve been waiting for this house for more than 10 years. Will its walls mend the days of frustration and tears?

We’ll dance on the porch, we’ll sing on the lawn. We’ll all keep it clean, we’ll get farm strong.

We’ll put down some roots, for a time at least, If we want to we’ll own 7 Christmas trees.

Though I don’t know how, and I don’t know when, I’ll hold on tight to the promises given.

It is certain that He will prepare a way, every resource I need, an abundant array.

In a flash like lightning the path will appear, the blessings set forth, the promises here.

When family ask us how this came to be, we will answer, faith in the Lord set us free.