dance in the moonlight...pure freedom!.

My husband and I have traveled for 20 years in the military and 7 in the mission field. As a kid we moved alot. So I have always moved. I love it but as I got older a need arose - that surprised even me - I needed to stop somewhere and rest. We had just come home from overseas. My husband wanted to live in an apartment but I just couldn't - we had just come from a big city in a foreign country. Just before we signed a contract for an apartment I found an add for a log cabin. I called but the cabin had been rented. I asked if she had ANYTHING else like that. She said she had something VERY rustic. I said, “I'd like to see it please”. My husband met her that afternoon and WOW. It was a 4 room house, one of those with 2 front doors. The oldest house in the area. It was located off a two lane road, off a back road, down a gravel road. The road actually led to a house and ended!! We eventually came to call it our place at the end of the world. When my husband saw it he said...“ no way”... when I saw it... “I said...oh yeah”!! My husband decided - with no nagging from me...honestly - to move into the house. What a year!! It had a stream running right in front of the porch - about 15 feet away - so you could sit on the porch and hear the small waterfalls. When the rain storms would come through the woods you could hear them coming long before they got there. Picture this - Tennessee in all 4 seasons. We found out that the trail of tears went right through that area. I had just found out that year that my family had lost a large number of family members in the “trail of tears”. Because we were so very secluded I would go out at night...in my birthday suit...and dance in the moonlight...pure freedom!. It was a very short year but it was one of the most supernatural years of my life.