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An Acre, Room to Grow


Let's take a little trip...
To an acre of mine... 
A land that is figurative to you... but so very real to me.
(I recently shared/introduced this land in my blog post An Acre, A Place.)
What do you imagine an acre of your own would look like? One that is figurative to me... and real to you.

This acre of mine is a place of comfort and rest, of joy and rest, of peace and rest, of revitalization and you guessed it - rest.

When I was first given the challenge of imaging my own acre, I was struck by how vast my acre was. It was in fact much more than a single acre... there was land as far as you could see with mountains in the distance and a small creek that feed in to a distance lake. My acre is vibrant and peaceful. A place where you could enjoy yourself as well as a place to find comfort, and rest.

When asked what would I want to grow on my acre, I wasn't sure right away.
 I knew I wanted it to overflow with feelings of comfort, joy, and rest.
I now know I want my land to grow nourishment and Truth. Not my Truth but Christ's. Not nourishment fulfilled by flesh but by the Holy Spirit.

I desire for this 'acre' to be a place where people are welcome. While this land of mine is very much a place I desire to have uninhibited rest, I believe I desire rest so that I can grow appropriately in the ways God calls me. 

What a good place to be.

"Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest." 
Matthew 11:28


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