I am always surprised when anyone asks me about my sheep. I think about them so much and I
bore inform my HusBen about them to the point that I sincerely doubt anyone wants to hear about them. So at the prompt of a reader… I shall give an update…
I have beautiful ole Ludo the ram out with my Benita and the discount sheep, Agate. I have worked very hard to get Benita built back up after her milking stint in the summer. She is a dairy powerhouse and getting her fat has been a challenge. So once a day I walk outside and make a special clicking sound that she knows…because she is by far the most intelligent sheep that has ever walked the earth… and we meet secretly by the back of the barn where I give her extra feed. Agate is the other sheep…and I guess she follows the old adage, “You get what you pay for”. To do the whole thing over again I would have insisted we get two from Karras Farms and not this discount sheep that we happened upon later. Then again, because of their vast differences I have learned a lot about what I like and how I can improve. So in the end I guess it is really a bonus. The good news is Ludo will make wonderful babies with her. Wont it be great? Oh geez I hope it will be great!
The next phase of breeding season is about to begin starting November first. I have been informed by the best in the dairy business that I need to breed dairy sheep the first year…and who am I to argue? So Rose will be “shacking up” with Flint. At first I was going to put her to Ludo… but as Flint is a little guy and I am not planning on keeping him ,I feel like it will be better for Rose’s first lamb to be smaller boned. Which, if you have been keeping track, adds up to three ewes to lamb in the Spring. Agate and Benita will be prone to having more than one lamb each this spring… so we may see twins from them. All in all there will be lambs and quite a few!
When Ludo isn’t trying to woo the ladies he is busy fighting the latch on the barn door. He turns his whole head blue from crashing it into the metal. It has become a twinge intimidating to move him and the flock from pasture to pasture. I feel like moving more sheep would be easier…as the rams would have more to keep themselves occupied with. Garden our LGD is priceless to me when moving the sheep. Albeit she isn’t a herding dog she understands the idea of helping me and how to block an opening with her slow moving self. Staying as close as I can to Ludo keeps him in check. Keeping my hand on his head to scratch his ears is the best for him as it keeps him in tune to being mine and not being the boss..because if I give him five paces then he takes that opportunity to be in charge. If I try and encourage him with the broom or wheel barrel you can see him answer back with, “Challenge accepted.”
I feel like every other day is Friday . I have lived in a swirl of activity…which is beautiful.
So many things which once weighed me down are gone… and now I get to see things with new eyes…
I get to experience life like never before…
and I am so thankful…
I am so very thankful…
- for a baby who loves books more than any baby before her… and when she is quiet and we don’t know where she is… we find her always surrounded by books on the gold couch where her great grandmother once read books to me.
- for getting to witness a prophetic dream played out in reality… a baby dedication of a baby whose name means The Fullness of God is Coming.
- for cords of winter’s firewood stacked high and with joy.
- for a husBen who tells CEO’s of major company’s that one of his biggest accomplishments is becoming his wife’s friend.
- for a Sunday Dinner table filled with so much laughter we are left breathless
- for a Sunday morning worship team with my kids on drums, keys, strings and singing.
- for my eager learners
- for honey scented lip gloss
- for looking up and seeing my HusBen’s eyes all full of light as we go on a date… a new trend… a new freedom.
The true colors were there all along.
They were just masked. They were just covered up.
But when the season changes…
the same factors aren’t there any more…
now they are left to who they really were all along…
We say they changed
But in truth, we are just seeing who they have always been.
Now we can see their true colors.
and to think…
Is just the beginning.
The show is really about to start!
I watched a speaker in the last month fire off about prophesy.
I think it went a little like this,
“People want to be prophets…Oh yeah well read Isaiah and Jeremiah and get back to me….No really!?
People want to be prophets…Oh yeah because they want all the attention … So read Isaiah and Jeremiah and see if you want to become a prophet! Ha!”
I nodded along for a bit… and then … wait what?
Who got to choose this?
Who , other than some false prophets, woke up one morning and decided to be a prophet?
The road of coming to that thing called “prophet” is a lonely road where you stumble about trying to figure out how and why you know things others don’t… all the while only getting slammed if you get one thing wrong, and then sometimes getting equally slammed when you were right. Then when you finally get some legs under you…there is the realization that you may not want to know these things… and many sort of self destruct trying to be like everyone else. Then if you are lucky to be mentored or get your hands on a book or piece it together with Him…. you live a life of seeing the trains coming down the track in peoples lives and wanting to save everyone from their self…until you realize you can’t…and you can just pray.
And who but the 1% of 1% are getting “attention” for it? A few of them I know, and many scurry country from country with a mix of fear and Strength… all compelled by a Creator and not for “attention”…which could get them killed.
Most of the prophet’s work (and I am using a wide umbrella there) is done one on one. You go to people and talk right to them. But more often than not you are left with prayer, alone with you and your God. If you are really lucky you get another prophet to confirm or deny what you are Hearing… and you can pass each other notes to pray about. That is like “prophet gold”… again very little “attention ” in that.
That prophets do what they do out of a choice “to get attention” would be like saying to a pastor that they became a pastor to get the attention of Sunday morning. We all know that behind the scenes (good) pastors are spending time with God trying to hear and all the other time in hospital rooms and broken marriages and at weddings and all the while trying to find time to devote to their family. To say something like that about pastors would be ignorant and disrespectful…and stupid.
I thought it was an incredibly silencing comment. As many places in the Word that He encourages prophets to seek out their gift, I imagine there were many prophets in that room who heard it. Probably many of the people with prophetic giftings don’t even know they have it because most churches don’t have much set up for that gifting. Worship members have practice and well, you can play an instrument or sing …or not, so that is that. Teachers are considered pretty harmless and helpful and thus encouraged…we have Sunday School and Discipleship classes for them. But the prophets are left to figure it out for themselves… and if they speak out of turn… it’s shut down.
Worshipers are allowed to play bad sets or have off weeks after already having the opportunity to practice with other musicians…
Teachers could get it wrong and they get to teach next week…
A pastor can stumble over his sermon and generally is right back up front next week…
but a prophet…. ( oh bully ask me how I know)
and I don’t mean to criticize that one speaker I watched… besides I could have the quote off and I don’t know what he intended with that comment… but it doesn’t change the fact that I believe this mindset may be a pretty common misconception. I also believe this misconception is prevalent enough that many who believe they have prophetic abilities sit quietly and choose to ignore their gift because the church does not encourage it….and in fact often thinks it a clanging bell. Or worse does things to discourage it.
In my lifetime I have had the great honor to walk with the great prophets of our time as you have seen here at Aseedinspired… I have had the opportunity to be validated and encouraged by the best in the world… that helps….so when I hear speakers go on about how prophets do it for the attention… I can just listen and not be offended or insulted…. because those type of speakers don’t get it. They don’t get how the only attention the prophet wants … the only attention a prophet craves is His.
Ok… its a rabbit herding sheep in Sweden.
That one fact is amazing and intriguing. If I could have a rabbit that would do something other than poop and shed I would be thrilled. That little bunny is cutting and weaving… and I noticed a ram in the mix ,which could cause plenty of hassle… but not for ole Bugs. However… take a close listen to the Flanagan and Allen lyrics that are dubbed over , what I can only imagine, is a bunch of Ikea furniture name sounding Swedish words. Those lyrics… that catchy jingle… I am hooked! Everyone in the house has been humming that snazzy tune! The baby is absolutely addicted to the video. There is nothing not to like about this….except that it isn’t my rabbit herding my sheep!
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We do not need the fires crackling just yet. At least not in the house… s’mores round the campfire is an entirely different matter. But the windy days, the ram in the back pasture with all of his ewes, the leaves starting to loose their green , all points to colder mornings in our near future. So we gave all our fireplaces, and we have many, an inspection. I dug out all but a bit of ash , vacuumed the inside walls and looked for anything amiss. With firewood ordered we brought as much of last year’s wood into the house. Isn’t it always the way… you start to clean one thing and it leads to another and another. Book baskets are put together and quilts laid over nearby chairs. I do love how our children become easier and easier to find as we light the fires. Summer takes them all over the countryside… but the heat of a wood stove draws out the chess boards and well loved books. They all crouch around like resting rabbits reading different sections aloud that intrigue them. Every so often they argue about which move is “cheating” in the current chess game. The simmering pots are all washed out and sitting on top just waiting for orange peels and cinnamon sticks.
It will all be very cozy.
I am very happy with any warm weather lasting as long as it wants. I am in no rush, this year, to be in cold weather.
On another note….
Isn’t it crazy how this time of year everyone comes out with their “end of days” prophesies?! My entire life it seemed that autumn marked the start of everyone ,”in the know” claiming the sky is falling. I can’t even count how many times, growing up , the world was going to end. I just heard yesterday a very well known prophet talk about his most recent dream and of course it was of a dire circumstance. I feel like , at this point, they should start putting two and two together and realize that maybe… just maybe they have a God given instinct to harvest, to collect, to store, to hunker down, to stock up , to prepare for shorter days ahead. A God given instinct… like, since the beginning of time. And that instinct doesn’t necessarily mean the world is ending. Sure, the end of world will happen at some point or even next month… but what are you going to do about it? Your 4 cords of firewood and 2 cases of bottled water aren’t going to get you through it. That being said… I think we should all be preparing for the next season. Because it may not (or may) be ISIS… but it very well could be an ice storm and being prepared well in advance will bring you a lot of peace.
And Peace is good.