We all have a beginning and end to OUR story, the one that starts when we are born and continues until we die. But, no matter who we are, except God, we all come in to THE STORY in the middle.
I realized this when talking to my adopted children about being loved and desired and hoped for before they even came to be in our family. I felt that any conversations about life before they arrived were distressing to them. So, I went to explaining – cuz that’s what I do – I talk! Even though I was born into my family, they had a life before me – I am the middle kid. My parents had been married, my dad had been in graduate school, my sister had this life I was not a part of. I came to join the story, in the middle.
The “ideal farm” at least in my head is this 7 generation farm that has been in a family forever. Great-grandfather built that barn, started working cows etc. Ahhhhh, but WE are brand new farmers. We are coming in to the story of this farm in the middle. This little farm had a life before us. It used to belong to a neighboring farm, it was owned by this family and that family. Now, it is owned by us. The house is newer for a farm house. Built in the 1990s, not the 1900s. Which, honestly, suits me much better! The barn has been around for a while, and as we live there and work there, I will learn the history of our farm.
So this week the story of this little piece of land has been joined by the story of brandnewfarmers. I DO LOVE the story of life. I feel a responsibility to be a good steward of the land anyway, but remembering that we are joining the story in the middle reminds me just a little more that we are only caretakers here. Caring for a piece of the story. Hopefully my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren will continue through the story of this farm and become a 7 generation farm family one day. But, if not, I will endeavor to be a good girlscout and leave this land better than I found it.
And, honestly, even 7 generation farms began as something else, maybe belonging to native american tribes, or maybe known only to God – but even they began as someone else’s land.
We all walk in to the middle of the story.
Let’s be good stewards of our piece of the story.
brandnewfarmers 
That reminds me a sermon about the DASH… it may be our beginning but it is in the middle of someone’s story. It matters what you do during the dash of your life ( between birth and death). I am so excited to see what God has for you… I love you bunches
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