Facebook Testimony
Brad and I are seriously laboring at the farmhouse. We are working on a geothermal greenhouse...it is 4 feet below ground. We finally decided to build stairs to get down into it instead of sliding down. The recent rain down pours have been welcomed despite some pretty muddy bottoms we ended up with as we attempted to descent down the slope.
A number of years ago as we were searching old brick yards, there was a pile of burnt railroad ties off to the side. The brick yard owner offered us a pile of the burnt-on-the-ends wooden railroad ties for $5 each. We piled as many as we could fit in our truck and off we went. We tossed them into the south end of the property and there they sat for years, as the wild rye grew over them year after year. Upon making these stairs we determined we would need 8 posts for 8 steps. So I went out and counted and we indeed had 8 posts. Perfect. But as we were building the stairs, having used 3 of the 8 posts, we actually needed 10 posts.
I went out and counted again and instead there were 10 posts even after we had used 3. This scenero kept repeating over and over, we needed more posts, and there they would be on the field, sometimes lying in a spot that we thought we had just taken one. It became undeniable that something was happening. We were being given the supplies that we needed.
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Brad and I are seriously laboring at the farmhouse. We are working on a geothermal greenhouse...it is 4 feet below ground. We finally decided to build stairs to get down into it instead of sliding down. The recent rain down pours have been welcomed despite some pretty muddy bottoms we ended up with as we attempted to descent down the slope.
A number of years ago as we were searching old brick yards, there was a pile of burnt railroad ties off to the side. The brick yard owner offered us a pile of the burnt-on-the-ends wooden railroad ties for $5 each. We piled as many as we could fit in our truck and off we went. We tossed them into the south end of the property and there they sat for years, as the wild rye grew over them year after year. Upon making these stairs we determined we would need 8 posts for 8 steps. So I went out and counted and we indeed had 8 posts. Perfect. But as we were building the stairs, having used 3 of the 8 posts, we actually needed 10 posts.
I went out and counted again and instead there were 10 posts even after we had used 3. This scenero kept repeating over and over, we needed more posts, and there they would be on the field, sometimes lying in a spot that we thought we had just taken one. It became undeniable that something was happening. We were being given the supplies that we needed.
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