2 years ago today, we handed over the keys to our home of 12 and a half years. The only home we have ever known, actually, and set out on the biggest adventure we had yet to experience.
If you have done some reading on this website, you know the Lord moved BIG, 3 times in 3 days, to make it clear we were to hit the road. And boy are we glad we listened!
But lets go back 2 years....we were hopeful, we were excited, but this moment, captured below in a photo, we were scared and mourning a big chapter closed.
This final moment, of no turning back, was VERY difficult.
Were we doing the right thing? Would we regret our decision?
What if we didn't like life on the road? What if we wished forever more, for this home back?
This is the home we came home as Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson. This is the home that we lost 4 little newly growing Fergusons in utero, and after a season of fear and surrender, brought 4 beautiful incredible miracles home to. The 4 little Fergusons you know today, in this place,the only home they have ever known.....
We laughed here, we had water fights in the kitchen, played flashlight hide and seek, made forts under the table, played games by the fire in the living room on cool evenings, knelt for prayer on these floors, cried out on the sidewalk WHY in the early morning hours of sunrise.
We watched snowflakes lazily falling from the kitchen window while baking banana bread in our kitchen. We made steaks (long story) and s'mores on skewers over the fireplace here, went for a walk in the pasture to watch the sunset, and buried beloved family pets out back with homemade wooden crosses.
We planted gardens here with excited children, got chased by mean roosters, and celebrated new life as a baby chick would peer out from under momma during egg gathering time. We planted fruit trees in Papa's honor, watched the windmill lazily turn in the breeze, built a tree house for the kids, and watched them zipline out of it.
We cried, mourned and fought for our marriage here. We celebrated beauty from ashes within these walls, as a new in Christ couple, and restored family. We loved on Papa in his final weeks, here, in this place. These sticks and bricks that form walls. These walls that house laughter, love and so so many memories....
How on earth can you ever put into words, the things that make a house....a HOME?
I couldn't. So instead, this is what I put on facebook that day:
We handed the keys over to a family the Lord hand picked for us, to make the transition even smoother. We are thankful for them and their love of our home, an answer to their 2 year long prayer for a country property!
# What a leap of faith and blessing this adventure has been.....and continues to be.
We plan to continue to travel and see state #48 this year and pin it on the map. (Working on Alaska and Hawaii sometime too!) We are excited to hit all the states again, and see more amazing sites and meet more amazing people. There is so much more out there to do, experience and see, and our bucket list continues to grow.....
I wouldn't have even dared to dream up this kind of life for our family, and I love that the Lord just knows what we need and allows us the blessing of walking in His perfect will.
I am forever grateful for a Father in Heaven, who makes beauty from ashes, and blesses our obedience 100 fold. ❤
You could tell me today, "Tonya, I will give you back the keys to your home and country property, but in return, you have to give me the RV keys and stop traveling."
And I would tell you, no thank you. We don't need sticks and bricks because....
Wherever we are together, THAT is HOME.