With December definitely here, I find myself thinking about what remains. There’s still so much to savor.
As I reflect on the year and the final milestones ahead, I can clearly see God’s guidance in every step: do this, wait here, go ahead… That inaudible voice has been familiar since I first trusted Him in 1997 — a comfort I return to again and again.
There is such peace in knowing His voice. I think of my own children — how, in a noisy crowd, they still know mine. I can call out anything at all, and they turn because they recognize the one who has been with them day after day. That kind of familiarity changes everything.
This year — like the years before it — has carried that same truth. We may make missteps, but we are never off course when we know the One leading us. The ultimate regenerative Farmer — steward of our dreams, collector of our tears, comforter of our fears — is always tilling the soil of our lives, planting what needs planting, bringing fruit in His perfect time.
So as the snow settles and the noise quiets, I can see His fingerprints on every provision — the ones behind us, the ones here now, and the ones still ahead. We have trusted God; let us trust Him still… Never suspicious of His goodness or tone!
And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, ‘This is the way, walk in it,’ when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left.
Isaiah 30:21
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.
John 10:27
Rachael Jones Locovore Farm