In September 2025, we weren't looking for a home. We certainly weren't planning to move. But a simple garage door service call at another historic property for sale caught our attention, and it got us thinking in a way we didn't expect. A few days later, while we were sitting outside reading the Bible together, Brandon quietly started browsing historic homes on his phone.

Then he looked up. "I found it, babe," he said.

There it was, this beautiful historic estate on 8.8 acres, complete with a spring, a pond, a creek, a pool, and a guest house. It was everything we had ever described as our dream property, down to the last detail, as if someone had been listening all along.

Within an hour, we were pulling onto the driveway. We passed the Historic Peach Blossom Farm sign and smiled, because Brandon has called me "Peach" since the day we started dating. Above the front door, in stained glass, the words "Peach Blossom" caught the light. Brandon leaned in and whispered, "Babe, you're going to blossom here."

We stepped inside, and the first room we entered held a large painting of a harpist. The harp is my main instrument. It was one more sign among so many, and everywhere we looked, we kept finding them.

From September through March, God took us on a faith journey we never expected. Piece by piece, He made it clear there was no way we could have orchestrated any of this ourselves. He made it so obvious that He led us here, opened every door, and brought this dream to life, and that gives me so much comfort. I love when He shows up so boldly in our everyday lives, making His presence and power known.