"Design what you want, and I'll give it to you."
I first heard those words while in prayer, some 11 1/2 years ago. My husband and I were living in small cabin in Hoback, Wyoming. It suited our immediate needs, but with summer, we would have to move, as the cabin was only rented out during the winter months. We were praying about where to go, asking God where He had for us. Day after day, we checked the local papers for places we could afford. I wholeheartedly hoped to move before our baby was born. He was due eight days before our deadline to be out.
When I heard these words, I began drawing. Drawing homes that I liked, of every shape and size. I made list after list of what I thought we needed, and yet, I never came up with something that I wanted.
I finally told God that I wanted a place where I could raise my children and a garden. I would like to have animals and a fresh watter supply. As to the housing, running water and electricity was preferable, but not required. Easy to clean and heat were the conveniences I was asking for.
As I prayed for these things, a vision of a shack on a mountain side came to mind. I knew the place I saw was straight north of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. About an inch, on my map.
The shack was on the left side of a little dirt road, that turned left off of the main road. It was up the mountain and around to the back side, so that it was not visible from the main road. There was a barn on the right side of the little road, and I could see a dune colored mountain horse corralled there. The road was different from any I had seen in the area. It was made of red clay, with large red rocks on the sides of the road.
Jackson Hole by Greg Westfall, edited by me In the vision, I had two kids, the toddler had blond hair. I had a white dog, with brown spots. It could run like the wind. On the property, there was an old chicken coop, and an old car, half buried in the dirt. The place obviously hadn't been used for years, but with elbow grease and a bit of love, it would be my home.
I told my husband about the vision.
He said it was impossible, because all of the land north of Jackson was national forest. I disagreed, but to no avail. We never traveled north of there, until several years later, when he heard of some lakes caused by mud slides, that he wanted to see. On the map, the lakes were about an inch north of Jackson Hole. Near them, was a tiny bit of private property, off to the left side of the road... and the dirt was red.
We didn't drive the red road, and couldn't see where it lead, as it curved around the mountain.
He said it was impossible, because all of the land north of Jackson was national forest. I disagreed, but to no avail. We never traveled north of there, until several years later, when he heard of some lakes caused by mud slides, that he wanted to see. On the map, the lakes were about an inch north of Jackson Hole. Near them, was a tiny bit of private property, off to the left side of the road... and the dirt was red.
We didn't drive the red road, and couldn't see where it lead, as it curved around the mountain.
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