A Farmhouse and Barn: a Love and Faith Story — 36 Comments

  1. Thank you. This took me down an old comfortable country road; dusty, bumpy…but it leads to a place called home; where love and family grow. I’m on the road, working on a Sunday, this was a quiet rest, much needed. Thank you.

  2. This was an amazing post and also brought a tear to my eye, too. I understand progress but I don’t always like it. I believe we are losing a lot when we lost history. Some people will never know the benefits of sitting on a front porch in the early morning light!

  3. I love old houses, too, and hate to see them torn down. I can still remember how sad my mother was when my grandmother’s house fell into disrepair, the victim of a relative’s neglect. But I understand that after it was sold, the new owners repaired and restored it. I hope to see it in person one day! Thanks for sharing.

  4. I know this tearing down of the old to make way for the new has been going strong since the 50’s, but it still hurts my heart to see it. For all the reasons you so eloquently mention in this post. Nicely written, friend.

    • Maybe we are designed to be a people who like broken things made whole, so tearing down and starting from scratch is like one soul giving up one another. Thank you for coming by, June!

    • My husband is getting quite used to whip-lash stopping requests! LOL However, we’ve discovered that when we do stop for me to capture a photo – something inside is gained! Maybe our generation is not a “stop and smell the flowers generation” but a “stop and take a photo” of the flowers generation – which is my book is the same thing! Thanks for coming by Cheryl!

  5. This post speaks to my heart. I so a farmer’s daughter, granddaughter and niece. I love hearing the stories about the farm and our family. What a pure gift! I’m blessed to be your neighbor over at Kelly’s today.

  6. We live in a rural country setting and the homes and barns that we watch collapse through the years is enough to break ones heart. I see an abandoned house and I think how a homeless family could turn it into a home with flower boxes and curtains and yet families allow them to cave in and rot. IT TEARS ME UP. Love this post and you have confirmed something for me this morning for the second time by quoting Eccl 3. God is talking to me today. Woo Hoo. Neighbors at Kristin’s.

    • Hi Susan, I don’t understand people letting homes and barns just fall into disrepair. It doesn’t seem like very good stewardship. Maybe they have forgotten the old stories. So glad you found some encouragement here! Wishing you Shalom in your week! ~ Maryleigh

  7. What a beautiful story and metaphor you’ve woven for us with tender affection and care, Maryleigh! I love old barns and old farmhouses too and am brought to tears when someone bulldozes them down. But have never thought about their significance in the way you’ve painted it here today. Our stories as husband and wife are just as beautiful and lasting, even if we die and are gone one day. I’m reading in Hebrews 9:15-18 today about the inheritance we receive because of Christ’s sacrifice for our sins. This story reminds me of that precious and never-fading gift–that no one can bulldoze down! Hugs to you, sweet friend! Your stories are a beautiful treasure!

  8. Waht beautiful thoughts on the relationship between barns and houses. I love driving around areas of the country that have a profusion of house/barn combos. We did that one afternoon in Vermont back in January when we visited for my daughter’s graduation.

  9. This post echoes so much of what we have lived on our country hill–that houses are made for living, not for show; that memory is carried on the scent of cinnamon and the sound of laughter; that property value is enhanced by the measurement markings on a door frame.
    Bless to you!

    • The cinnamon, the laughter – the door frame markings! The aroma of authentic living the farm house and her barn allow! Bless you back, Michele!

  10. I love your analogy with the farmhouse as the feminine & the barn as the masculine.
    Well done Maryleigh!
    Although it made me sad to think of beautiful buildings with so much history going to wreck & ruin then being erased from the landscape entirely! Sadly, we have the same here in Australia.

  11. It’s sad to me too to see old homes torn down. 🙁 I drive past a lot of old homes in our area and I know it’s just a matter of time before they’re gone too along with someone’s memories.

  12. Beautiful story! I really enjoyed your refrain, “The farmhouse and the barn, a boy and his girl, a mom and a dad, a grandmother and grandfather who built something more than a barn and a farmhouse.”

    • I’m a farmers great-granddaughter – and it takes me back to Muddy’s house where we used to visit. I love a barn and its farmhouse!

  13. Such a beautiful story! Just this week, as we are preparing to leave behind our family home, God has been reminding me of the redemption of our stories that He has been hard at work creating. It is such an amazing gift when we can get just a glimpse even, of those ways that love is passed down from Papaw to Daddy to child to grandchild.

    • The barn, the farmhouse – no, it isn’t Nanny and Papaw. It’s a reminder of Nanny and Papaw. The good stuff Nanny and Papaw passed down we carry within us where ever God takes us – and that is a comfort. What a great gift God gives us. Especially since He seems to have made us a nomadic people. Praying for your friend during this huge transition! ~ Maryleigh

    • Thanks for coming by and reading Mariel! I love the stories of these barns! ~ Maryleigh

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