I heard the guys from the front of the truck exclaim, there it is, the cross, we’re here! It was a bumpy dirt driveway that we turned onto, and I knew that it led up to this unusual looking building with the dome roof. Thomas had already been there twice, but this was my first time. I had mixed emotions, realizing, that we would actually live there and I didn’t even know anyone yet. Thomas jumped out and then helped me climb out of the back of the truck. He was obviously excited that we had arrived. First, he wanted to kiss our little baby that was sleeping in my carrier, and then he said, "We’re here honey, our new home, Living Waters Ranch! Come on, lets go in and see who is inside today." He made me feel at home, as he opened the wooden door with the cross on it, and led me up the steps into the spacious dining room.
At the sound of the women’s song, my little daughter who was laying there with us, woke up. This was her first greeting, to her our new home at Living Waters.
I dialled my family’s home number and was curious who would pick up. I still have a vivid memory, of me standing there and hearing my mom’s voice, when she picked up the phone. I knew that she missed me, and she was so happy that I called. She wanted to know how we were doing with our new baby, and where we were living. I told her that we were near Garberville, and had found a Christian commune, where we could live with our tipi.
We felt like we had “walked through the fire” in those past three weeks. We had experienced, some very extreme events, to say the least. But it seemed, like God was giving us a new start, and maybe in our marriage too.
