When those ancient farmers took a year to let the ground rest, I wonder if they saw new ways of doing their work? Maybe, during the fallow year, they saw the land differently, and observed the seasons with fresh eyes - the rest changed the work.

Sometimes you have to take the next step, even when the rest are unclear. Whilst I can’t write a check for a property like this, I can have the conversations. And I can pray. And God can move.

I couldn’t shake the gut-level sense that I should explore the options. My reasonable thoughts were trumped by another mode of discernment.