Bittersweet Farm

Bittersweet Farm

Don’t Ask Me For Anything

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On a clear morning last June I hiked out to this point on the property of the Kentucky Mountain Mission to pray. I thought; “What should I ask God for?” The future was uncertain to me.

The answer came ringing into my spirit; “Don’t ask me for anything. Just tell me you will go wherever I ask you to go, do whatever I ask you to do, and say whatever I tell you to say.”

That prayer gave be great peace all summer long. God led to me to travel and preach almost every day, usually a couple times a day. I preached 116 times in Tennessee, Kentucky, Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, New York and Canada. God met every single need all summer long for our family. He provided what was needed for our daughter Heidi and her children who had fled to us for shelter from an abusive marriage.

Churches in Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Kentucky and Michigan expressed serious interest in my becoming their pastor. By autumn I was called to be the Lead Pastor of Bethel Church here in Jackson. Now we have a growing flock to feed and lead and protect and teach and shepherd. We live on our own little two-acre “Bittersweet Farm” where we are surrounded by natural beauty and birdsong, trees and growing things, deer and wild turkey. We can see the sunrise and watch the sunset. We have an open view of the night sky, the stars and waxing and waning of the phases of the moon. In every direction is peaceful beauty.

We lie in our big bed in our upstairs bedroom every night and talk of the goodness of God and thank Him for his great faithfulness.

I’ll go where you want me to go, Lord.
I’ll do what you want me to do.
I’ll say what you want me to say.
I trust you, Lord.
If you call me to something hard,
strengthen me and help me to be faithful.

Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 5)

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This Week on Bittersweet Farm

Things have been quiet. They are usually wonderfully quiet and peaceful out here. It’s not remote but it is beautifully rural. The noise of songbirds is picking up. We’ve had a couple late-season snow-storms an the past couple weeks. They add a white beauty to a world waiting to turn green.

When first I laid eyes on this house one of the first things the leapt into my imagination was a picture of me sitting on this porch on a Saturday night going over my message for Sunday morning. I’m looking forward to hours of quiet contemplation, listening to the voice of God in the turning of the seasons, to the bird songs wind in the treetops.

Last Sunday morning a three-quarter moon was setting in the west. The sun was about to rise. I stood outside in quiet worship before I left for the church and captured some pictures for you.

Last Sunday morning a three-quarter moon was setting in the west. The sun was about to rise. I stood outside in quiet worship before I left for the church and captured some pictures for you.

Be An Answer to Someone’s Prayer

We camped out one night, the boys and I, in the Red River Gorge. It was a good memory but a really poor night of camping. When we pulled up stakes and broke camp and left there was no attendant to take our money. When we arrived late the night before there was no one there to take our money. I drove away knowing that I would be back by this way later in the day and I could pay then for the night’s stay at the campground at Natural Bridge.

Later that day I packed up my bright Red Jeep “George” “Red River George” to head back to Michigan. I would be traveling alone save for the company of our faithful Yorkie, Hazard (who you may remember is from the Bluegrass himself). I pulled out of Campton and in a few minutes and was descending the hill at Slade into the Red River George.

I thought about not paying. We had not been there long, but at last my conscience prevailed and I pulled down into the campground and paid for a our poor night’s stay. The attendant was pleasant and we chatted for a while. I had a long trip ahead of me and now I was a bit behind my schedule.

Out onto the Mountain Parkway I pulled. There was still a mist in the mountains that morning and there was almost no traffic at all on the Parkway that claimed and descended the mountains and wound and wove thorough the dense Daniel Boone National Forest.

After a few minutes a sight ahead caught my eye—a distressed motorist in a little red Ford Focus was broken down on the side of the road with a thoroughly flat tire. Behind the car was an elderly lady looking into her trunk.

I pulled up behind her.

“Can I give you some help?”

“O, I was just standing here praying that someone would come alone who could help me.”

“Well,” I said; “It not every day you get to be someone’s answer to prayer. I ask God every day to give me opportunities to help people so it looks like you are an answer to my prayer too.”

In a few minutes I had her little “donut” spare in place and she was headed toward Lexington to have her tire repaired. I followed her until she got there to be sure everything was OK. I had not thought to tell her that the maximum speed on a donut tire in 45 or so… This dear grandmother put her foot in it and drove all of 70 miles an hour all the way to Lexington. Her guardian angels must have been worn out by the time they got her safely there.

I hope you have a good day. I hope you are answer to someone’s prayer. I hope someone else is an answer to your prayer. Oh, and pay your honest debts, too. If I had not I would have missed being an answer to prayer that day.


Ken Pierpont
Bittersweet Farm
March 7, 2018
Summit Township, Michigan

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