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Used to run a stable and live on a farm, now I am back into banking for awhile. Still have horses and love animals.  

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Revisiting one of my favorite youtube video's

I love the song Amazing Grace and it is even better when someone sings it with a beautiful voice. This version is very special and I love the song the way he sings it before the words, the melody and the way maybe the slaves sang it first. I love it because it touches the deepest part of my soul. Imagine being forced to come to a place and being sold, having your own beliefs and religion and suddenly being separated from your family and heritage and maybe even not allowed to practice your own beliefs.

Slaves were not allowed to learn to read, yet they learned about God. They cried out to Him but where and when did He reveal Himself to them. Why would they embrace the God of their oppressors and sing such beautiful songs in His name. I can only assume that somewhere they found each other against all odds.

Yes, I love this video because it reminds me that the Lord loves all people. It also reminds me that to be in His image I must do the same.  In fact, if the Lord dwells in our heart truly how can we not love unconditionally all of the Lord's creation including all of mankind.



Monday, December 26, 2011

A Beautiful Life


  • Pieces of hay on the bathroom floor every day
  • Sawdust in the pockets of my hoodies
  • Burrs that have migrated through the laundry and attached themselves to my pajamas and underwear
  • Dog hair under the TV stand the size of large bunnies
  • Seed shells all over the floor in the sun room from untidy parrots
  • Unidentified clumps of stuff (from the barn) attached to every pair of shoes I own
  • Bed comforters that have more dog hair on it than a dog does
  • Dog toys that have had their time outside for a few weeks suddenly appearing in my bed or in the couch
  • Did I mention dog hair?
  • A canine audience when I go to the bathroom
  • A giant angry crowd of cats at the food bowl in the morning in the barn
  • Any single type of rodent carcass lovingly left by the barn doors by one of the cats
  • A screaming Cockatoo when I microwave my breakfast because she has no concept of cooking time
  • Being tackled by four dogs at one time when I come into the house
  • A food crazed bunny when I let the dogs out at night because I walked by his cage
  • Did I mention dog hair? Puke, eating the puke, rolling in worse.. to name a few ungodly things dogs do just before they want to lick my face
  • I did forget to mention dog and horse toots and horse sneezes (complete with slobber) on my clean shirt

These... are a few of my favorite things!
 

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Kindred Acres, Kindred Spirits and Christmas Spirit!

Christmas time means something different to everyone, to me I think mostly it is a time to reflect. I didn't have money to buy anyone a gift this Christmas, not even for my daughter. It was hard to get into the spirit of things this year and I believe it is the same for many people this year. Still, money and gifts aren't really what is supposed to be important at this time of year.

This past week, several people have given us gifts, some cash, and many warm wishes to myself and Kylie. I have received a very precious letter from someone who called me earlier this year to help with two dogs that were losing their family and home. The letter was written as a thank you and it was a Christmas present I wasn't expecting, it brought tears to my eyes.

I believe it is the smallest of gestures, the most innocent thoughtfulness that sometimes lifts a heart at a time when it can feel very low. Truly it is the farm, not the mall or the other places people spend so much time and labor to experience Christmas that brings me real joy. This place has brought animals in need and people who care together and changed lives, not just at Christmas but all year round.

The most precious experience of all is walking into the barn Christmas eve after all the horses are fed and they are settled down for the night. The Christ child was born in a stables, a humble beginning by our standards but in the barn at night listening to the quiet contented sounds of horses and the smell of fresh hay and general barn smells it is very much a palace to me.

The herd members comfort each other and they share their days and nights together as a collective one. I sometimes walk in the midst of the herd when they are outside and they allow me to pass among them as part of their own. I know them all as individuals and as a member of the herd.

We have ten horses here at the farm, five parrots, four barn cats, four dogs, and a bunny. Harmony describes the relationships here between me and the animals, as well as, the relationship between the animals themselves. It seems, Kindred after all, is the appropriate namesake of the farm.

I worked many years in a bank, commuting long distances and not really having time to make friends. This year, I have been blessed with close friendships and a better connection with my biological sister (I'm adopted). I never thought I could ever help my sisters, I have two and one has been struggling with alcohol fir many years. They both live in California and so it is hard to do anything to help out but by talking on the phone and sharing concerns I believe I have been helped and I have been able to help support my sisters.

My darling daughter is taking the Christmas without presents from mom in stride, others have been generous so she would not be completely without gifts. Kylie is very mature for her age and knows how fortunate we are to live the life we live. It's a different life but a full one, full of life, love and humor.

I hope tomorrow, Christmas day, that everyone is blessed with family, friends, the wonder of nature, and the loveliest of Gods creatures. The Savior of all creation came to us, was born in a wonderful way, surrounded by love and the warmth of a stable. May everyone remember and embrace the Christ child's beginnings and His journey to give us the greatest gift of love, not just for one day but forever to us His beloved children.