We're finally taking the plunge in our desire to move into the country and own land. Our realtor says pack up and be out in 4 weeks so she can put our house on the market. Most likely it'll sell within a couple days in this super hot market. We'll live with my MIL until we find our new place. This has been on our hearts for years but it never seemed like the right time as we hit block after block. This time we prayed the Holy Cloak novena to St. Joseph and feel great peace about taking the leap of faith. We drove out to the area we've felt called to for a while and fell absolutely in love with a quiet little country town (population 300). It has rolling hills and tall trees and best of all is filled with kind, honest, humble country folk who have been established out there for years and don't want their land carved up into subdivisions. We happened to meet the sweetest elderly Catholic couple with 50 acres out there. They practically adopted us, and the lady, who knows everybody out there, is going to see what she can find for us. We're hoping to get at least 10 acres with some woods on it and put a new mobile home on it. We plan to have chickens and huge gardens and fruit trees and maybe a cow and some goats. Please pray that God will find us something soon. It seems like a crazy time of acceleration in the world right now, and uprooting ourselves right in the midst of it is quite the adventure, heh. I very much hope to find our new place quickly and get established. But I'm trusting God's timing. One neat thing: A couple years back I was talking to God before I fell asleep, and I asked Him if He could show me at least part of what my land would look like one day, so I could recognize it... And that night I dreamed I was walking along a bright red dirt road. On my left were trees and on my right was pasture with cows. I felt that the cows were mine, but I said out loud, "I don't know anything about raising cows!" An elderly country man came walking toward me and replied, "Don't worry; I'll teach you everything you need to know." Then I woke up. I've never forgotten that red dirt road. And when we drove out east last weekend to see if we liked the area, we drove through the small town where that Catholic couple lives and I saw that the dirt there is bright red, like in my dream! The best part of all is that we'll be in the diocese of Bishop Strickland. Catholics are flocking to the area, because they know the voice of their shepherd.
This is wonderful news! St Joseph is a wonderful protector and guide in such endeavors. He found us our home many years ago in a very hard market.
Oh! I forgot the part where the lady we met told us she was just finishing up a novena to St. Joseph the day we met her!
Wow! I have been praying as you requested. God is moving you and your family on the fast track, it seems to me. Sometimes we wait on God forever, it seems, and then He opens the doors and things begin to fall into place. Keep us posted. I love the part about the red dirt! Praise the Lord!
Awesome for you and your family, PF! You should document your journey and new life in the country. It could be a big hit! May God bless all of your undertakings.
Yes! We've dreamed of moving onto land for a few years now and were waiting on God to give us that green light--a peace and a pull to a certain area. Now that we've got that, it feels like everything is coming together beautifully. It reminds me of how it feels in Medjugorje, when people are led by God to come together and help each other because everyone is so receptive to His grace. People are coming out of the woodwork to help us! And we may have a chance to help someone else, because the Catholic brother of my son's violin teacher, who is just about to get married, is looking for a house in my city, where it's very hard to find a place. She inquired about my address so he can take a look before it hits the market. It would be neat to know a traditional Catholic is starting a family in our house instead of it being sold to Blackrock or pagans, since it's been consecrated to the Sacred Heart. But we'll see how it goes.
I told my mom today all about our trip to east TX and where we hope to live, and she told me something neat I didn't know. A dear friend of my now deceased grandmother lived in that area, and I even visited her a few times as a small child. I remember her and her house; I just never realized it was in that town! I thought I'd never been there before! Anyway, I've prayed for her soul every time I go to Mass since she died when I was a teen. I wonder if she has helped guide me to that area! It's a neat connection.
Let us say this is a God-incidence - I do believe if we pray for the souls in purgatory they remain close to us. Everytime I go back 'home' I visit the graves of my deceased love ones to pray -- the communion of saints is very real when you stand at the grave of someone you know and love. Love never dies - the body dies but love never dies. I love my Mum and Dad still in the same way as when they were alive. Maybe I actually love them even more for I tell them I love them more often for I know there is but a thin veil between us and them. They can see more clearly now than ever before. My Dad passed away on Saturday. I have said to him on his departure - see - now you know how much I love you because now he can see the prayers and sacrifices I made for him, I have prayed prayer after prayer for him, year after year. He is aware of this now yet he was not aware on earth. Prayer is an act of the will an act of Love and God honours our prayers when said out of love. Just as I typed this response the light bulb in my room flashed on an off for ten seconds lol you nearly think there was someone trying to communicate lol.
I’m sorry for your loss. Prayers for your father. Souls do respond. Believe me. I went to Confession on the weekend of Divine Mercy, and the priest said my deceased mother wanted to tell me not to give up, to continue to pray. Now this is a very holy priest not some clairvoyant. He just was compelled to say that to me. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t know my mother was deceased. I was in shock. I told him that same morning, I had called out to my mother and asked why had she not been helping me? Well, through this priest she sent me a message of hope.
I do believe there is a definite connection. “More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of” Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Wondered why that little voice was bugging me last night to check out the forum again Excellent news and prayers answered. You are your husband (as well as others here) have been on my beads for a few months now. I'm so happy to hear this, God bless
I'm so touched by all the people coming on here and in private messages to give advice and pray for me... We must need lots of prayers to make this happen!
