This is Heidi. She is a Buff Brahma pullet, the only survivor of four chicks I got for a broody hen who desperately wanted babies. One of my roosters killed the other three but this sweet little bird survived and grew up so beautifully!
I really do love my little flock of chickens. They bring an awful lot of joy! Not to mention, their eggs are not to be beaten. Pun intended.
Early mornings with splendid sunrises, warming to the camaraderie of helping neighbors preg test cows.
Hard to beat this. And an excellent preg test is so encouraging for the next year!
Thankful for beautiful fall days, the days we remember to get us through the winter. Days working with my husband and our dogs. Days working cows. Riding horses. A life that God providentially provided.
If someone had asked me ten years ago or five years ago what I hoped for in my heart of hearts…it was this. Isn’t God kind and good?
This picture says a lot. It says a lot about the kind of man I married, the sort of husband who dismisses his wife from the kitchen on her birthday so she can go read while he makes supper for her family that HE invited over for her special day.
We are so good at overlooking the beautiful kindnesses our closest people gift to us. May it not be so.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. The history behind it, the meaning of it, and the simple fact that we have set aside a day for everyone to render unto God what is His—our gratitude and acknowledgment that all we have is His and is from Him.
But so often Thanksgiving just gets lost in the blur and the day rolls around without much mental and emotional taking-in of what could be such a poignant time. We scramble through Thanksgiving and then it is a mad rush through the Christmas season. But I want to try to change that in my own heart and mind.
So from now through the end of this year (I will likely have a couple of catch-up days in there), I will be sharing a daily photo of something that moves my heart and reminds me of God’s goodness.
Hence this silly and sweet photo…Oh my goodness, such a pile of butter colored fuzz, pink noses, and baby blue eyes! They were born a month ago. I lost four cats this summer in a freak incident, one of which was Ember, my first ever cat who had been my constant pal as a single gal living in my Grandpa’s log cabin. Well, it was perfect timing that a tom paid a visit to our place.
God provides in the most mundane and ordinary ways, for our most mundane and ordinary desires, answering our most mundane and ordinary sadnesses.
Today was Reformation Sunday (Reformation Day is Tuesday), and it seemed appropriate on this quiet evening to watch one of my favorite movies, Amazing Grace. What an inspiring story, and inspiring because it is true. One man against the entire British parliamentary system, who, with persistence, defeated the slave trade in England. History reminds us that there have always been those that opposed God, but then there have always been those that God has chosen to stand up and fight for what is right.
Men like William Wilberforce and Thomas Clarkson, preachers and doctors and commonplace political activists, Barbara Spooner who became the wife of Wilberforce, people whom God used to accomplish such a monumental task. Those who are imperfect, yet called by God. Fearful, but relying on God for strength. Checkered pasts, yet trusting in a merciful God. Ashamed, yet lifting their heads to gaze on a Savior.
If you haven’t seen this film, I highly recommend it…It came out almost 20 years ago, which is hard to believe, and as someone who enjoys British film it is fun to realize now the high caliber of the cast, a number of whom were already celebrated, and others who became celebrated over the last nearly 20 years. The storytelling is excellent, the music is beautiful, and as someone who also enjoys historic costuming, that is also done with excellence.
They were, however, incorrect to have a late-1700s William Wilberforce sing the song “Amazing Grace” to the tune we are familiar with, since that tune wasn’t published until the 1830s. Oh, well. You can’t get everything right all the time.
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