where the highway ends.


Joey and I have dreams of living out in the country, with land and a garden and space.  We love going on walks and I want to go on walks looking at God's green earth...preferably well landscaped ;)
Joey loves being outside and working in the yard.  (He has been to Lowes every single day for the past 2 weeks and bought 25 bags of mulch...and counting.) He would love space to plant a garden.  I just want to eat tomatoes and blueberries and spinach we've grown ourselves!  I've never had any desire to build a house, but I've been thinking lately that it would be nice, for this reason alone:  I love the idea of praying over a property and going room to room as its being built and asking God to bless it and protect it.  


And just because Dave Barnes always has a song to fit our life:
Love will be Enough for Us

Build a little cabin on a little tall hill
plan a little garden, pray for every meal
and we'll grow, and we'll grow
take a little nap in the butterfly grass
just you and I and the clouds a pass
and we're close, so close

we'll be living out where the river bends
where the grass gets green and the highway ends
living easy, easy 
you and me baby and the daffodils the kids growing up in the rolling hills
and love will be enough for us

rains coming down on the old tin roof
a lullaby storm in the middle of june
falling slow, falling slow

we'll be living out where the river bends
where the grass gets green and the highway ends
living easy
you and me baby and the daffodils the kids growing up in the rolling hills
and love will be enough for us, oooooh, love, ooooooh, love, will be enough

wake up darling let's leave tonight,
we can disappear under the clear moonlight 

and we'll be living out where the river bends
where the grass gets green and the highway ends
living easy
You and me baby and the daffodils the kids growing up in the rolling hills
and love will be enough for us

We'll build a little cabin on a little tall hill



Also, one of my favorite songs of all time is Tim McGraw's Where the Green Grass Grows. I always want to move to the country when I hear this song.


I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
Point our rocking chairs towards the west
Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
Where the green grass grows
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