Driving down an Indiana back road, you'll come across an overgrown lane that leads to a place that once was. There's one on every rural block. The sun will set and rise again over these old farms. Day after day. Year after year. Until they are no more. Our modern lives can coexist with these landmarks of our ancestors. If we let them. We've been so caught up with making things newer, faster and more efficient. The wool is slowly being removed from our eyes as we realize what we have been throwing out.
I spend a lot of time traveling our back country roads especially on nights like tonight. The weather fair, a beautiful sunset as all is quiet on the horizon. As if not a single soul is around for miles. It was a perfect Friday night to end a busy week.
Life just feels so busy at times. The moment I wake up in the morning until that very moment I am lying in my bed at night stretching my eyes open just one last time, my mind is racing a million miles a minute.
But the moment I come across an old, abandon homestead, my mind completely stops. My busy life stops for just a moment.
A moment long enough to realize that there is more to this world then our present.
Amongst our present is a world that has completely and utterly stopped.
History is a precious reminder that life isn't forever.
History, however does live on forever.
The lives we live today are creating a foundation for the lives that will live on tomorrow.
And I think that's why I love these old farms so much.
These old farms have created our foundation.
A foundation that has been truly forgiving and understanding in this out with the old, in with the new world we live in today.