Greenhouse Goats.

Words are gonna fall short when i try to explain my experience thus far. I am on an organic farm/ community in NC. Culture shock just a few hours from home. There are blonde haired blue eyed children with ponytails running around everywhere. Goats. ..and the devotion these people have for each other and the father really astounds me. They live so simply and with such purpose.

I work in the greenhouse working with these tiny plants. It would be so easy so easy to rid them off as meaningless and small, but with care and a watchful eye these things grow into sustenance. I watch them grow from one day to the next and my excitement grows with them. "These will be big enough for the ground soon, and then big enough for someone to live on" It is crazy actually. For me to ever say that My God is not communicating with me is complete bullshite.

I got into a rhythm yesterday of picking Kale. Working with my hands in the dirt feels right.

Gatherings twice a day are frustratingly beautiful and necessary.

I refuse to leave this place so soon. I want to make roots here. Tune into the people and be known. I have no idea what will come out of my mouth when trying to explain this place to others outside of this place. The Acts 2 church cannot be wrong.

Meggy