“My Boy” and I started out fourteen years ago, he fresh from a bank job, and I, from the schoolroom. We knew almost nothing about farming, but felt as truly “called” as Abraham did in the days of old.
“They’ll be back in town within two years,” our friends prophesied. But we’re still here.
After seven years of stock-share renting in the richest state in the cornbelt, we felt that we must launch out and try to buy, and to farm independently. But where? Farm land there was booming, and we felt unwilling to try to carry such a load of debt. Then the promise came to our minds: “Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in Him; and He shall bring it to pass.” And this one, “All things are possible to him that believeth.”
The past seven years have been one grand adventure. We were marvelously led to Michigan, and given opportunity to buy a splendid farm in an ideal location. Our children love the farm, although they attend town school. But best of all, we feel that here we have a real opportunity for self-expression and service.
We owe our incentive to “launch out” partly to the splendid example and encouragement of others. But most of all, our inspiration is of Divine origin. We take no credit to ourselves for our small measure of success. We still have far to go. But this we do know: God will lead those who want to be led and “All things are possible to him that believeth.”
-Katherine from Michigan
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