That is not what the Barn looks like but that is what some people have imagined. Actually it is an old barn down the street from the Barn. My younger daughter has pretended to be stopping there to freak her friends out. The Barn is a gift from God to our family. Today seemed like a good day to share the story of the Barn.
It all started in the fall of 2003. I began investigating purchasing a weekend home which was so out of the realm of anything I ever thought I would be doing that it was surreal. My daughters and I decided we wanted a weekend house not too far away and with “land”. My dad had said you want “land”. Okay i want “land” but wasn’t sure what else I wanted or should look for. I spent many hours searching the internet for “close by and with land”. Oh and it should have “stories” not levels but real stories. the house should have character not something so new that there was no history but not so old that there was a lot of work. Okay we want land,character,doesn’t need work and kind of close by. Believe it or not, I found a farmhouse that I thought fit that bizarre list. My youngest daughter and I drove to Sullivan County to meet a realtor and visit the farmhouse. Well, the farmhouse wsn’t it but the realtor was it.
And so began my adventure to finding the weekend house. I bought and read a book on how to buy a house. Joanne, my realtor, and I visited all kinds of places.. No, that’s not it. No, that’s not it either. I wasn’t sure what it was but I sensed when I saw it I would know. And then Joanne and I visited a converted barn with 14.6 acres of land. I think this is it. I am not totally sure what drew me to the Barn but I knew this is it.
So began the next chapter, purchasing the weekend house. I kept my “house book” close at hand. Made an offer, rejected, made a counter offer, house inspection, closing scheduled for April 1. My realtor, their realtor and I arrived for the walk through on March 31 and the house wasn’t empty. This was a weekend house for the sellers and no one had been here since May of 2003 so how can there still be food in the refrigator? I may know very little about purchasing a house but I do know this is not ready for sale. And I also know that I am not closing on a house on April 1 – I don’t like April Fools jokes. So my lawyer gives them 30 days to get it together. My daughters and I decide that if God wants us to have this house we will have this house. And on May 5, I bought the Barn. I think it is funny that the closing didn’t happen on April Fools Day but it happened on Cinco de Mayo – just makes me laugh.
So we call our weekend house the Barn because it is a converted barn and saying I have a weekend house just isn’t who I am. I have learned many things about weekend home ownership – things about decks, mice, no phone lines, new wells and frozen pipes, septic systems and attic stairs. I have also learned about myself and even more importantly I have learned about God. I have many stories.
I thought I would share one of those stories. One thing I knew I wanted at the Barn was a big farmhouse stlye table. A table where many people could sit and eat and sit and talk and sit and play games. The table would be the center piece of the room. The Barn has a big table like that (photo at end). On Thanksgiving of 2010, both of my daughters and their guys, my sister and her family and my mum were all sitting around that table. What a blessing! Thank you, Lord. I remember thinking I don’t know when I will have this again. Wow!! I love this all these people that I love around the table. I thought I am so grateful and I am willing to wait with a thankful heart until I have it again. And then I realized that God is willing to wait through all eternity to have all those He loves at one table. He loves us so much that He will wait.
Guess what – this past New Years Day I had my girls and their guys, my sister and her family and my bestest friend and her hubby. Another blessed time around the table at the Barn.
PS. The “ladies from church” will be arriving in this afternoon for Ladies Time Out – a time of fun, food and fellowship, ladies just being girls. we usually hang out in our pjs and eat and laugh and sometimes cry. God is so good.
