Papa and I visit the Wild's farm almost every time I come to visit. They own grand champion horses or something like that...nice horses. My grandparents deliver oats to their property. The Wild's trip is something Papa and I like to do together. While he loads the oats in the bin, I get to go look around at the horses in the stables. Sometimes there are foals or half-grown horses, and they like to come put their nose between the bars. Their noses soft like velvet and their eyes search a face unknown.
It's crazy how quickly life can begin and end. This photo was taken of these two baby goat kids right after they were born. Creation and being alive always amazes me, and seeing new life come into the world shows how greatly God created all we see.
These two baby's mother died a couple days after they were born, and so they were bottle-fed. I'd mix a cup and a half of milk replacer in warm water and pour it into the empty beer bottle. Their cries echoed through the barn when I came out every afternoon and evening to feed them. They thought they were starving. We gave them both away to a little old lady who wanted a couple to keep out in her barn. When we brought them over, six dogs greeted us and she had a whole pen fixed up to put them in.
My great-grandma makes all kinds of desserts. From everything to angel food cake, pie crust bites and mini-pecan pies, however, her molasses cookies are the best. Chewy and just the right amount of sugar.
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I value family dinners. Time provided to get together, have a meal, sit and eat and enjoy each other's company. Tonight we had home-grown zucchini vegetable stir-fry with quinoa, pork chops, grilled apples, tomatoes and cottage cheese, cucumbers with salad dressing and cantaloupe. There's just something restful and good about taking time out of the day to be together around a table. Almost a way to take a breather from the business of all that life presses upon us. Whether it be work, people, the list of things to do, the pressures expected to meet, or all of the thinking inside our heads we do;
this is a blessing of rest.
My Nana always begins her prayers with "Dear most gracious Heavenly Father..." Most gracious! That's such good news to hear that our God's grace is an ocean and it washes completely over all our brokenness. The helplessness we feel, the fear we have, the running away, the pride, the judging, the selfishness. He forgives it all through grace as His gift.
It's a gift. I forget that so often and think I have to earn grace. There's nothing we can do that will make God love us any more or any less than He already does. And knowing that, there's no need to seek love anywhere else if He's never changing. It's such a comfort.
He's steadfast and never leaves, never forsakes, never changes.
Even amidst all the continual change we face every day,
God was the same, is the same, and will always be the same.
love, caitlyn
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