Yesterday we looked locally for a new location to stop for the evening. I traveled down a dead end farm road to no avail. I turned around and headed for the main road again. I pulled over in a lay by to look at the map. A sprightly farmer pulled over too and jumped out and asked me if I was lost, “just looking for somewhere to park up“ I said. “Tum around, go back up to the barn at the very end of the lane, turn right in front of the farmhouse and there is a concrete pad. You can park in front, it’s my farm, great views“ he said.
Well, I thanked him and praised the Lord. He was right, they were spectacular views, later after talking to John, the amiable farmer , he told me about the “ glamping pods“ they have and rent out for the city folk. Funky wooden cabins set in there little individual plots to experience that “get away from it all, freedom.“
I later discovered that the farm and area were called Blueberry Hill Farm and to camp there you can check out Blueberry Shepard Huts.
I remembered the rhythm and blues song by Fats Domino, Blueberry Hill and it’s infamous line. I found my freedom on blueberry hill.
I thought of the amazing freedom that I had received, and am receiving, by following the Lord Jesus Christ. The mental and spiritual emancipation can ONLY be found with Jesus. I don’t necessarily mean financial freedom, but I believe that even though I have experienced part of that, there is still a way to go.
We should be looking at all situations and circumstances and turning them in our thoughts towards God. The psalmist wrote in Psalm 19:14, Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.“
Jesus used the words of the prophet Isaiah in Luke 4:16-19 , “to set at liberty those who are oppressed “.
And Jesus again says in the gospel of John 8:31-33 “ If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free .“
The sun cut through the morning haze on Blueberry Hill as we said our goodbyes and traveled first to Worcester to call in on dear friends, Keith and Jeanne Mason and little Chester. They are all doing remarkably well in this superb part of the country. Then it was up to Shrewsbury to find a new location for the evening.