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the here and now.

May 14, 2016

 

 

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The light changing in the bubbles bring tears to my eyes.  The colors refract differently inside of it and at once I get to see my favorite color palette of opalescent iridescent pinks and teals. I am so thankful to clean this milk machine bucket…to scrub it like new. Years of milking by hand have served it’s purpose.  I have raised up this herd and there are so many to milk.

Doing any of this makes “no sense”…. but at the same time it makes perfect sense.

Time and time again He stands next to me and without judgement says,”You don’t have to do any of this… this is all for you… but if you don’t want this… you don’t have to continue.”  I have lifted my head off of rain soaked sheep caked in mud and worse and set my jaw, “No.  I am still in… I still want this.” As I tried again to milk a sheep whose triplets have chewed her up and is forced to wean. With the back of my hand I smear my bangs out of my eyes and lie to myself that it was just rainwater that wiped over my forehead.  I try again… “step 1 wipe everything off…again…..”

“You don’t have to do this,” He says standing next to me as I find a rejected bleeding and blue three pound lamb off in the pasture.  “I am still in… just help me.”  Within minutes He sends  the biggest sheep dairys in the country  with encouragement and wisdom.  Now, lil’davey run freely through Sunday Dinner from person to person hoping for a good scratch.

And I don’t need these sheep… I don’t need this milk… but at the same time… We do need it…. I need this.

I need the being a shepherd and walking with a Shepherd.

I need the walking on water as all the weaned lambs scream and the rain pours and the shit is knee deep and the milking must be done or something worse could happen but not one animal will cooperate and milking took hours and my husband is in the hospital …. and He takes my hand and tells me to “see none of it… but see All of It.” I step out and  He is right… we don’t need to see through our minds… See through Him.

For my birthday I get a milking machine… similar to the one my grandfather used on his farm years ago.

I get to do this.  It’s not your dream… but it is mine… and I get to do this.

I get to care for these animals.

I get to wipe off these healthy lambs as they make their way here.

I get to choose to sell them to a solar panel farm to walk out their days happily mowing.

I get to learn how my grandfather and his father milked and still made church on a Sunday morning.

I get to lug this huge milk machine….HUGE I tell ya!

I get to watch as this is my children’s normal as they run around playing catch with lil’davey.

I get to do it all with Him.  I get to hear Him speak about things that might not matter one fleck to anyone but me… but He speaks because that is what we do.  He likes Shepherding I know this…. I get to know this first hand.

I get to see how a Shepherd can see none of it… but see All of It.

 

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I am not who I once was…

March 31, 2016

 

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(warning: animal abuse mentioned)

As I watched from way across the field I witnessed this grown man hold his dog still as he punched him over and over.  The image becoming blurry until the tears overflowed.  My eyesight cleared in time to see him  drag  the dog home.

I am such a baby.

Once I  could  have handled this.

Years ago, I remember watching from a short distance, people  attempting to herd a flock of sheep  onto a trailer. They clearly didn’t know what they were doing.  I am not sure what they were thinking ,as a bucket with some feed rattling around would be enough for most sheep to follow you…. but I watched as they  roped one.  I knew that would never work.  Sheep have an “oppositional reflex” which makes them pull back if you pull forward. So they yanked with their backs turned to the sheep, the rope over their shoulder…. and the sheep just laid down.  I remember being paralyzed as I watched her march back the length of the rope and closed fist punched that sheep in the face. I mean she just punched it full force over and over again all the while pulling the rope tighter… until it just lay there.   She was strong and I knew it.  This was years ago when times like this would make me feel enclosed in glass…. like an aquarium.  I stood atop the little hill in my aquarium as I held my pregnant belly and watched this sheep just lay still… it was surely dead.  They got the last sheep onto the trailer … no one flinched at her behavior.  They did not say a word as she walked over to it and kicked it a few times in the ribs… The other people just locked the trailer…. as if nothing  had happened…..as if nothing was still happening.

But then again… I wasn’t doing anything either. Barely able to feel anything in my little glass box.

She left and  I broke loose enough that I found myself  knelt down next to the sheep, “come on buddy..”  I couldn’t feel any breath. His eyes were open and dull.

“come on buddy, ” silently praying over this unconscious or dead sheep as I looked over my shoulder to see her returning.

Without a word to me she kicked him again  in the ribs as she walked past. I grabbed his face, “come! on!”

He lept up.

I helped him towards the trailer. The other man opened the ramp to let him on.

No one had stopped her… perhaps no one knew her well enough… or perhaps they all knew her too well.

She was tough.

I used to think I was tough.  I had watched and not a tear was shed.

Now I can’t even see this stranger’s  dog  without crying.

I guess I never was tough. I was paralyzed. I was blind. I was silenced. I was alone.

So now…. Now I can feel my limbs go cold as fight or flight kicks in.  I can feel the hot tears. I remember watching.  I remember feeling it. I see my  paint stained fingers shake as I type this memory today.

…. isn’t “feeling” tougher than being immune to abuse?

Isn’t it more cowardice to say nothing when abusers abuse?

Isn’t it stronger… tougher…. more evolved… to say, “Stop”?

Well I will not side with abusers…. and I haven’t for some time.

 

 

 

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Rest Assured

March 26, 2016

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It’s the “rest assured” that made me take pause and ponder before the next sip of tea. This man who was paralyzed in life could have brought an animal to the temple and been cleared of any sin.   Clearly he had friends who would help him with that… he had friends who would cart him around on a gurney… those are good friends.

No, he did not believe he was forgiven.  He was stuck in life because he could not move forward….paralyzed.  In his mind there was no sacrifice that would suffice.

Jesus didn’t say, “I forgive you.”

He said, “your sins are forgiven.”

This guy needed to know he truly was forgiven… He need not be stuck any longer.

He could move forward.

He didn’t need to be paralyzed in that same place.

He was not the same person.

No longer paralyzed by his dis-ease… he could move.

 

One lamb was enough for this guy.

One Lamb is enough for you.

Look at the paralyzed places in your life… You don’t need more than one Lamb.

He did it. This weekend is a celebration of His success and your freedom.

That dis-ease does not need to stop you anymore.

Believe in the ability He gave you to move forward.

“Your sins are forgiven.”

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She gets to stay.

September 15, 2015

 

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At the start of  this milking season I thought little Rose was not going to see next year here on the farm.    Not because she was sickly but because she was not a big producer.  I would bring her little pittance of milk in , comparing it to the others and remark, “I guess we will have to sell the little one… no emotion, she will go… but she is so sweet and so proud to get up in the milking stand.” My HusBen would shrug and tell me I could keep her or sell her it made no difference to him…. so of course I would continue to convince him ,”You should see her…she has such heart.  She jumps up on the door to peer in  and  watches the other girls get up on the milking stand and now she is just so thrilled and proud to be part of that crew that she acts like an old pro.  She gives her all…you should see her.”  My tall Midwestern Swedish HusBen would feign interest and tell me to “keep her then” as he has taken to slapping a Pennsylvania Dutch “then” at the end of his sentences.

Now, as we wind down this years milking season I have decided to keep her.  I did the math and in comparison to the older girls she could not compete…. but when I flipped a few pages back and compared their rookie years to Rose’s… she gets to stay!  She held her own and in some ways is far better.  She is sweet , a good mother and above all she is a proud well mannered milker.  I hope she can teach next years rookies a thing or two.

I am glad He compares us to sheep.  Sheep seem to get better the more time you give them.

So with all that said…

I shall keep her then.

Where do you stand?

September 9, 2015

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So here is the question…

Is everyone doing the best they can?

Do you believe  that every person you meet is doing the best they can and why?

Think about it…

…. the grocery store clerk?

… the homeless at the bus stop?

… your spouse?

… your children?

… that Danish man that spat off the bridge at the Syrian refugees?

… your pastor?

…abusive people?

… your political leader?

… the person you least enjoy?

You don’t need to answer for each of those scenarios…. just in general…

Are people doing the best they can and why?

How you accomplish anything in this life…..

August 31, 2015

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You show up with your little bit.

You could be smaller  than everyone else and your entry could be barely noticed.

Beside you, on both sides, could be giants.

But with a little bit He can do a whole lot.

Your mistakes from last time are making you better this time.

As you enter in… remember that at least you are entering…some never try.

As you enter in… remember by your example others will follow … some will  try  because of you.

With your little bit…. and His big bit… you can win the whole thing.

But it is about the showing up.

Showing up to the daily practice.

Showing up to the learning.

Showing up to the evolution.

Showing up with your little bit.

DSC_1114~It’s been a great show season for the girls.  Yen finished the season with winning Grand Champion for the Series. Mer , started later, but had a tremendous finish with the miniature horse.  We are so happy.  They worked all summer and quickly flew through the ranks.  ~

Your Migration

August 27, 2015

 

 

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How about the fact that you are here?

How about that?!

You have come so far and you have overcome so much.

Some of it was pretty crappy…. some of it was down right traumatic.

But here you are.

Right here.

Take a second and think about that.

You have 100% success rate of surviving really hard shit.

You have prayed for things… for people… for situations…

and here you are.

and “here” is not too bad…

and “there” ,right up there in the future, is going to be even better.

but “here” is where you are… so thank Him.

Because of all that has come and gone… He was and is.

I mean there were times where you were pretty unenjoyable… and He stayed with you.

There were times where you thought it was all you… and He stayed right with you.

There were times you wanted to give up…. you wanted to just be a slave again… But He knows who He created you to be.

Sure you still have a ways to go… you still have some slave patterns… but right here He is….

and He whispers to you because He is that close…

He does not need to shout at you… because He is right next to you and always has been….

So when you look back right now and see how far He has brought you…. think about this….

He is taking you somewhere… and He will be with you that whole way,too.

He will be whisper close.

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