Huge Prayer Request
I need you all to pray with us for a situation with the Hogue dairy farm. Brief history: in the 1940’s, the farmers, including Grandpa Hogue and his dad, sold the rights to a coal company for any coal that was under their land for about $45/acre. In 1940, it was a great way to get out of debt. Unfortunately, my FIL was told yesterday that there is a rumor that the coal company now wants that coal. They want to buy their land for $2000 an acre so they can strip mine the coal they bought the rights to 65 years ago. This is huge. That price is not going rate for land (the farmer who told my FIL about it just bought land for almost $4000/acre), and if the rumor is true, they could be looking at the loss of the farm, their land, their livelihood, everything they’ve worked for over the last 100 years. Please pray that, whatever happens, the farm does not have to be sold. Just the thought of that is distressing. And pray for wisdom to know what to do while they try to find out what’s up. Thanks.
As for the rest of life…it’s not that interesting. I did laundry yesterday and wrote. That about covers it. Today, I don’t have much to do either, but since the humidity is back with a vengeance, I don’t think I’ll be spending much time outside. Viva air conditioning!
Prayed just now…what an unsettling situation.
That’s awful about the farm. I’ll be praying for them and the whole situation.
Yes, relatively. Cats don’t seem to care about the age of such things! Luckily, it’s not in a spot I’d ever have noticed just walking into their house.
Did a little googling on strip mining – yuck! Praying more now. I hope they have a lawyer to help them with this!
^Oh, lovely. Maggie thought she could chew on my rug in my kitchen yesterday. She was informed that it was quite the opposite.^ Your Mom and Dad’s couch is relatively new, right?
Was part of the agreement that they could buy the land for that price whenever they wanted to? I don’t understand why they wouldn’t have to pay at least the going rate otherwise. Praying.
We got Sam declawed, but not till we moved to Cincinnati. The bathroom doorjamb at my mom’s house was his scratching post – very torn up. Her cat now prefers a certain corner of her couch.
That’s terrible, we’ll be praying.