Wade Place is where we live. It’s the old Wade Farm. We don’t know much about the Wades, except that they were a sturdy couple, who made this home from the ground up. Mr. Wade had a plan, and he and Mrs. Wade lived in the bottom half of that plan until they could afford to build the top half. Then they moved on up. I guess that’s what is happening to us these days. We lived a very comfortable life the first 13 years of our marriage. Then things went upside down, we got our heart’s desire, and lost all the material things the world had to offer. I wonder what Mr. & Mrs. Wade gave up to build their home.
The cinder block walls were crafted in a square, and a cutout was made for a door. The front door was a walkout, in the middle of a hill, where their company could enter the little concrete bungalow. A huge picture window adorned the front wall, next to the door. There were two smaller windows on either north and south side of the block home. I don’t know where any of the rooms were, because when we moved here 3 years ago, it was all an open floor plan downstairs. What we call the basement, was once their house. You can still see the patched up concrete where the door and picture window once were. The windows on the north and south walls still stand, mostly for the purpose of dry-out than for anyone looking for beauty. That’s alright, we don’t live down there, so it’s not a big deal for us. We just use it for storage. I’m not sure it’s suitable for more than that right now anyway. So having our world turned upside down was amazing. We waited and prayed and begged and pleaded. We wanted our miracle babies so much, and being blessed with them in our arms was certainley appreciated. But as we were waiting for our miracles, we weren’t living like they were coming. We were living like we wouldn’t see tomorrow. The quentessential grasshoppers. Yep, that was us. But once our babies came, the brakes were put on our play time, and we became focused on providing a good life for them. And we learned to live on a little less than we were used to. In the beginning, I worked, but with agri business comes late nights, early mornings, long springs and endless harvest. And someone needed to provide a stable schedule for the kids. I fought it for a long time, but came to realize that the call on my life had changed, and I was being called to mother full time. And eventually, I submitted to God’s will. It has been the best decision I ever made. But it has also been the most difficult. It has been like birthing or building. It is a process that is taking time to complete. I doubt it will ever be easy. Or finished. But it is soooo worth it.
The cinder block walls were crafted in a square, and a cutout was made for a door. The front door was a walkout, in the middle of a hill, where their company could enter the little concrete bungalow. A huge picture window adorned the front wall, next to the door. There were two smaller windows on either north and south side of the block home. I don’t know where any of the rooms were, because when we moved here 3 years ago, it was all an open floor plan downstairs. What we call the basement, was once their house. You can still see the patched up concrete where the door and picture window once were. The windows on the north and south walls still stand, mostly for the purpose of dry-out than for anyone looking for beauty. That’s alright, we don’t live down there, so it’s not a big deal for us. We just use it for storage. I’m not sure it’s suitable for more than that right now anyway. So having our world turned upside down was amazing. We waited and prayed and begged and pleaded. We wanted our miracle babies so much, and being blessed with them in our arms was certainley appreciated. But as we were waiting for our miracles, we weren’t living like they were coming. We were living like we wouldn’t see tomorrow. The quentessential grasshoppers. Yep, that was us. But once our babies came, the brakes were put on our play time, and we became focused on providing a good life for them. And we learned to live on a little less than we were used to. In the beginning, I worked, but with agri business comes late nights, early mornings, long springs and endless harvest. And someone needed to provide a stable schedule for the kids. I fought it for a long time, but came to realize that the call on my life had changed, and I was being called to mother full time. And eventually, I submitted to God’s will. It has been the best decision I ever made. But it has also been the most difficult. It has been like birthing or building. It is a process that is taking time to complete. I doubt it will ever be easy. Or finished. But it is soooo worth it.
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