In the spirit of giving thanks, I hope you’ve spent some time remembering. This week, three generations of women in my family ventured to our Texas farm. Outside the little town of Slidell, TX, you’ll find 95 acres and a 1920’s farmhouse that held life and love for all of us.
While the house is crumbling and the acres are producing nothing but oil (this is pure Texas, after all), my dreams are refreshed on the land. I’m thankful to live in this season, and I wonder if there will be a time when my thought pattern will change. As I watch my mom and grandmother struggle with sadness over the disintegrating land and house, it gives me urgency to soak in the stories, understand the family legacy, and KEEP BUILDING.
In the midst of a dying farm, we watched an incredible sunset. As the stillness of night arrived, I was reminded that the sunrise would soon light the land again. God promises that new life is ours EVERY DAY.
Truly, the best is yet to come for all of us.
Take a minute to enjoy the farm as I captured it. For more photos, you can jump over to my FLICKR gallery.