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church. It was filled with men, women, boys, and
girls. They were growing…being restored. My heart
was pounding. We were totally supposed to do this
together. God would use Lisa through the ranch and
me through the farm. Now we just needed land.
Sunday came. We went to church. Everything I
heard was yes, Sarah, you are hearing me right.
It was hard not to shout. All I could do was cry I
believe, Lord, just help my unbelief. On our drive
home, God put on my heart the song “Marching to
Zion”. Something led me to look up the lyrics. All
I could see was “the hill of Zion yields”. Why was
God showing me this?
When we got home my neighbor Harold called.
In a nut shell he said, “Kiddos, God is telling me I
need to give y’all an acre.” I just started crying. My
husband was looking at me like I was crazy, but I
knew this was God. He told us to come over so he
could show us what the Lord was telling him to give
us. We did.
We all got in the truck and Harold led the way.
When we stopped, we were on top of a hill. He
began to describe everything he had thought he was
going to do there with his family. He was describing
everything that Lisa and I had talked about. A
garden, an orchard, a ranch with a slaughterhouse,
and a restaurant. I was in tears as he showed us
more than an acre. Was this really happening?
God began to tell me more and more. My vision
had a one room school house. He told me I needed
to call my friend Sally and tell her everything. And,
I was to tell her God was showing me they were to
start a school. I just knew she was going to think I
was crazy...but, no! She had said her husband Troy
had felt called long ago to start a school on a farm.
At that moment, I no longer doubted. When he
prompted me to ask or tell, I did.
telling me that she felt like I was living her dream...
from even leading at a pediatric cancer camp.
I obeyed and this is what she replied...we want
to have a foster home/orphanage and take in as
many kids as we can. Own farmland and teach the
kids farming skills and life skills. Have a you-pick
garden/pumpkin patch for people to come to that
would help raise money for the orphanage...I told
her to call me. She called me that night.
That night they were celebrating their child that
had gone home with the Lord. God told Heather to
call me now. God was bringing us together. I had
the same instant connection with Heather as I did
Lisa. I talked to her like we had always been sisters.
Once again God made himself known when she
had said her and her husband were praying for this
moment. Such a time as this. We prayed before we
hung up, giving God all the praise.
That’s when God softly spoke the farm isn’t yours. The
ranch is Lisa’s and the farm is Heather’s. Those are
the daughters I’m bringing Harold. They will call him
dad. But what about me, Lord? Do I get to be a part
of his family? Everything leads back to my neighbor
Harold. A man that saw this vision in ‘92. A man
that has buried his wife, children, grandchildren, and
parents. A man that I love like a dad.
That’s when God showed me standing on the hill
with my family and Pops (Harold) hand in hand. He
told me I would always be his dreamer. Together
we would live on that hill. We would be a city on a
hill that cannot be hidden. We will rescue, restore,
and release those that God brings us in the name of
Jesus because that is the same love and grace that
has been given to Pops and his children that will be
joining him on the Hill of Zion.
So, here I am. I am shaking off the sand, and I am
headed to the mountaintop...a City on a Hill.
Next he told me I needed to ask a mutual friend on
Instagram what her dream was. I remember Heather
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