the FARM

"The Farm," as it is affectionately named, is a little piece of heaven to Brad's college roommates.  Over the years these boys have flocked to this retreat to find laughter and fellowship.  I have enjoyed a number of visits, and over the years they have only gotten sweeter.   

I guess my visits to the farm got of to an unusually rocky start.  It may have been the very first time that I visited the farm that we all made the infamous trip to the ER for a VERY broken arm.  I'm not sure about much, except I vividly remember turning around from the front seat of an SUV to see a friend holding his arm in a position that is only possible if it is broken...broken basically in half that is.  Bo, the recipient of the broken arm, calmly said something to the effect of- "guys, I think I really broke my arm."  Off to the ER, oh, and we played "monopoly".

I've let many of the subsequent trips be marked by awkward moments that exist only in my own mind and the minimal dislike of extreme overcrowding (we are talking 30+ individuals in a 5 bedroom home).

Well, over the 4th of July, Brad, Lillie and I made our way down to the farm.  It was amazing.  This trip will be marked in my mind with nothing but friends , amazing food and laughter.  The group was small (by the farm standards- 18 adults and 3 babes).  The men planned all the meals, ALL the activities and Sunday morning worship.

Here are some photo highlights, no particular order.

A quick note.. the farm has truly blessed the lives of these boys and now all of our families.  We could never offer enough thanks to the Steady and Barbara for allowing us to use their retreat over and over and over again.