Reflections on the letter written for the free home

I wrote somethings that were on my heart this morning, affirmations of what God's word says about his people. That we are wonderfully and fearfully made, that he has adopted us as sons and daughters into his kingdom. That He is love. That in Him we are one. When I posted it on the site to win the Veneta home.. it sounded conceited and I felt sad. The other sad part was the double posting. I reflected on my positives which is a rare thing. I so desperately struggle to beat the deep depression that threatens to swallow me up. I so desperately want a home that my husband can come to once he is well. I want a place to build on the ambitions hopes, plans and visions that God has given me. I am a visionary with a very inventive mind. I need a solid home base and workshop to flourish. All of my visions are about establishing resources and events that will help our community and world. I want to open my home to those in need. I want to succeed and give back to the world meaningful things. I want to be generous from my fruitfulness. The hope has been greatly lacking until last night when I heard about the house on the news. I had just been talking to my mom about Veneta being a place to consider for a home should she move. Financially a miracle would be the only way I could own a home.. but then again I believe in miracles so I invested the $19.95. I have been praying for a miracle but I cant say that my needs are greater than anyone elses. I feel blessed even though my needs are great and my challenges are many! I don't care to list or dwell on them because my potential is so much greater than my circumstances. Blessings to all of you! Love Shell

Can't Sell house, I'm giving it away on Digg

Faced with a sluggish economy and waiting 11 months or more to sell the house, I am giving the house away via Digg. People tell us why they should deserve the house, and let people on Digg vote to see who is the most eligible.

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Misty Meadows Homestead

By the time I was 9 I had attended over six schools and moved over 10 times. My parents had been in love but through the brokenness of their pasts they managed to tear one another apart.. Separations, reunions, separate homes.. nights together.. country rides.. explorations for the dream home.. searching and dreaming.. times when my mother, father and me were happy to be. Then one new years day we drove along a winding road out past a lake and a round barn.. and saw it there... lonesome and longing for us.. empty and alone by the roadside. Two window eyes looking out for us upstairs.. The soul of the house reaching out to have a family again to make it whole. It was a foggy gray day and the meadows were misty. I believe that a deer lay dead below the apple trees. It looked as though a transient had made a nest in the hay on the porch.. His sleeping bag still lay there. The windows were boarded up.. the house sat crooked on its four boulder foundation. It was a historic house.. one of the first built in the valley. The year 1904.. Oh that I could visit back to the days in the beginning when all was new.. A doctors office I believe.. and now it had the potential to heal my broken family. There was hope planted in our hearts.. It was the home with acreage and a creek and apple trees.. A place away from the constrictions of an interwoven life with in laws.. A place to start a new.. A little trailer in front said "For sale Misty Meadows" There were 30 acres total and a river lay along the base below the mountains of fir and lamb creek ran along the side... It didn't matter that the house was rickety.. My dad was wired to be a woodworker and he could handle that.. and all I could see were horses in the fields and me being able to ride... Oh.. the dream come true.. We explored then headed home.. fragmented and cold in the emerald valley of death. My gerbil had died. My turtle was lost.. "Call them dad, Call them~ See how much that place is.. " "We don't have a job or money".." so call anyway... you don't want an old broken down place.. oh dad cant you see the potential... call them dad.. call." and call he did. 30 acres for 30,000 or 10 for $10,000... $500 down.. Wow! can you imagine..!! 1973? Was it..

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