This is the Joseph Tree. Several years ago, we came to this place. It was up for sale by lottery and the USDA was hosting an open house. As we walked back from the upper field and woodland, we stopped and prayed that if it was God’s will, He would make it ours. We returned several days later with our children and buried a statue of St. Joseph among the roots. We were not the fortunate winners, so we carried on looking at other farms. That search took us all over the state and as far away as Kentucky.
But our hearts were always here.
After a few more years of feeling like we had been wandering in the desert, we discovered that this farm might be available again. We prayed for peace about making an inquiry. It was a long, long process but eventually – and on my 40th birthday – we signed the closing paperwork. His timing was perfect.
One day, there will be a beautiful statue of St. Joseph here – above ground – evidence of his faithful prayers on our behalf, and of our gratitude for his tender care. As difficult as these five years have been, we are filled with gratitude every morning at the enormous gift of this place; and humbled by the responsibility of stewarding for the rest of our lives.