“I shall be telling this with a sigh.
Somewhere ages and ages hence…
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I….I took the one less traveled by.
And that made all the difference.”
We are walking on the road less traveled. You know…the one with horse barns and cows and acres and acres of green pastures and hay trucks and miles of fresh air.
And I love it…..but did you ever wonder how we got here?
We closed our eyes and held on tight to each other and stepped out on faith…..
I’ve told the story before.
And I’ll be telling it….“ages and ages hence.”
If you’ve heard it already….know that I adore you and your incredible patience.
If you are new here….I hope you enjoy our story.
I wrote this post is for everyone who ever dreamed about taking a leap into the unknown.
This is the story of our dream.
You see….we lived in the hustle bustle world of a big city with all the lights and fanfare that a big city has to offer. There were restaurants and shops and movies and plays and museums and malls and lots and lots and lots of stuff.
And everywhere you looked, there were people pushing and shoving and climbing to the top, arms overflowing with everything they could grab and hold onto.
And my husband was on the fast-track in a tall skyscraper in the middle of that big city with all of its fast-paced allure and overwhelming responsibilities. And although we were happy with our hustle bustle lifestyle….we were so busy.
Maybe too busy.
Too busy for each other.
Too busy for our family.
But amidst all of that busy….was a dream.
A dream of a place where life was simpler.
A place where our children could run and breathe and grow without all of the constraints of an overwhelmingly fast-paced lifestyle.
A place where the all of the busy and the hustle and bustle and the noise and the clamor could end in a screeching stand-still.
A place where you could see the star
Life was becoming one giant blur, sailing by at lightning fast speed.
And we felt like we spent all of our time and energy just trying to keep up.
Then one day in church, the pastor preached a sermon entitled, “Just Jump.” He spoke of listening to your heart and the Lord and if you felt like there was an insurmountable dream….you shouldn’t let the “no’s” overwhelm you….you should take a leap of faith…..
And we heard his words and they spoke to the very center of our hearts.
And we wanted to jump as far and as fast as we could.
But we were afraid.
We were so scared.
We couldn’t just jump off the merry-go-round.
Or could we?
The doubts were swirling around and around in our heads.
But there it was…..a still small voice saying…..
Not “jump” in all caps, but “jump” in tiny, small, timid, little letters.
And so we did……
…..jump, that is.
We jumped from the hustle and bustle and busy to a still, quiet, beautiful countryside with acres and acres of land to run and play and….
It has been six years since that first jump and our family continues to grow and thrive. The move has had its challenges and blessings.
Sometimes I miss the hustle and bustle.
I miss the convenience of a drive-thru diet coke. And sometimes it’s a little hard when everyone knows your name (and all your business).
Truthfully, sometimes I miss the busy.
And then I walk outside on a crisp, clear, June night….take a deep breath….
…..and I see the stars.
PS To see the rest of the house tour….click here.
PPS My wonderful, incredible friend, Gina from Shabby Creek Cottage is having a link party today to showcase everyone’s house tours.
I’m also sharing this over at Kim’s.