Haven (Part 1 of Many)

Years before my wife and I met, God put a dream in my heart.  That dream was to own a place where people who were weary from the world could come and find rest.  In my mind it was a camp in the woods, were the world-weary could come, serve, encounter God and live simply until they recovered from the storm.  I almost bought 140-acre plot of land to make it happen, but then I met a girl, bought a house and started a family. 

That girl had a dream; something God had put on her heart.  That dream was to own a place where people who were weary from the world could come and find rest.  In her mind it was a small hotel or bed and breakfast, where world-weary people could come, serve, encounter God and live simply until they recovered from the storm.  She had her eye on a large house in the western mountains of Maine that she thought would be perfect for this, but she was a missionary in Hungary, until she met a boy, bought a house and started a family.

Five years passed.  In that time they had two beautiful boys, had several different people live with them, learned how important family is to the mission they both felt called to do, applied for a job that offered great fiancial security, learned a lot about trust, sold their house, turned down a job that offered great financial security, moved in with friends who seemed to have a similar vision only to have that experiment end without really ever getting started, interned at their church, learned a the feet of a great mentor, made life long friends, battled bi-polar disorder, baptized new believers and waited for God’s timing. 

Then the phone rang... 

Tune in sometime in September or October to find out more...