The computer is at the shop. Its either the CPU or the mother board. Typing on a cell phone...texting...is not fun. Nate called his brother-in- law, Marc, to order another. Marc is good at refurbishing computers.
I thought it interesting that just as I got out of bed this morning I noticed a movement at my desk about 5 feet away. Down fluttered a paper and landed on the floor. I picked it up. It was one of the many papers that I had ripped out of notebooks. Shiloh needed notebooks for college and took about 4 of them. I was glad to give of my stash. The ripped out pile was from those notebooks and was laid on the desk. I just thought it...a God thing... that only one fluttered to the floor because no breezes, no vents were nearby.
Of course I had to read it. It was such an encouragement to me. I felt the need to share.
"We follow the time-honored principles used by many Bible Scholars: "When the plain sense of Scripture makes common sense, seek no other sense, but take every word at its primary literal meaning, unless the facts of the immediate context clearly indicate otherwise."
The Rapture. Author's notes. page 349
"There is no circumstance, no trouble, no testing, that can ever touch me until, first of all, it has gone past God, and past Christ, right through me. If it has come that far, it has come with great purpose."
Let Story Guide You.
Write everyday, Line by line. Page by page. Hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage - courage to risk rejection, ridicule, and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully, but write boldly; then like the hero of the fable, your dance will dazzle the world. That's our (a writer's) calling: to tell awesome stories, and be good characters in the tellings, and to not be afraid of conflict, and to see it through to a resolution where we can honestly say I gave it everything. That's the stuff of a meaningful (writing) life.
Climatic scene of life: To come face to face with God and have Him say, "well done good and faithful servant."
Ps. 51 "Create in me a clean heart, O God"
"The very best in me is just a hairs-breadth distance from the very worst in me."
Romans 8:20-21 (English Standard Version) (ESV) (20) For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope (21 that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.
"He says that though God created our world as good, it has been subjected to futility because of our rebellion against Him. Which scripture calls sin. Our fear that life is in vain is our first step on a vital journey. It wakes us up to our need for someone to step into the darkness and save us. Paul goes on to say that the anxiety and futility of life, need not be a permanent condition. It is cured by the greatest hope this world has ever known - the Hope that is found in Jesus."
Hope you enjoyed my notes. None of it is mine, but what I find that touches me when I read. I'm glad it caught my attention this morning.
Well, you can see by this picture that my camera is dying. I've never seen a good working camera do this.
Anyway...the Christmas nativities are over. Nate and I took the animals to four different churches over the month of December.
Now the sheep and goats are back in their places until summer. We just had a camp committee meeting on Friday and it was approved to use the goats and sheep in a petting zoo activity. Guess we better play with the animals often so they will be easy for the campers to be around and not jumping away at their touch.
One nice thing about our sheep is that they are "hair" sheep. They will shed out in the spring/summer so we don't have to worry about shearing them before the weather gets too hot. Hair sheep are gaining popularity in the United States because you don't have to worry about the shearing. They are a meat sheep. They are more resistant to parasites. Their greater numbers are in Africa, Latin America and the Caribbeans.
Hair sheep obviously are called that because they have more hair fibers than wool fibers.
When I touch our sheep you can feel that their short coat (for winter) is more coarse than usual.
The lambs (and baby goats) sure are fun to watch bouncing around their mothers. I look forward to having the campers around enjoying them too.
But we your people, the sheep of your pasture, will give thanks to you forever; from generation to generation we will recount your praise.
The lambs have arrived. They are three hours old in these pictures. The black one is a female and the white is a male.
Sheep are special to me. Maybe because Jesus likens us to sheep. Maybe because I grew up on a farm where my Pa raised sheep. He had at least 40 of them. More or less. So with sheep around my growing up years were full of sheep activities like lambing and sheep shearing. Maybe they are special because I remember my Pa being very emotional when the lambs were born...or sadly when they died. It was one of the few times I saw Pa's tears. So, yes, sheep are special to me.
All my growing up years Pa was busy traveling to different farms and shearing sheep. Some farms had just a few like ten or less. I remember a farm, the Cornwall Ranch that had about two hundred. All my brothers would come help...and me.
We would spend most of Saturdays shearing sheep. I didn't shear sheep. I tried once. The clippers were hot and buzzy. And I was afraid of cutting the sheep. I sheared about half a sheep. That was enough for me. I helped in other ways....
My job was to pick up the fleece after my brothers or my dad was done shearing and carry it up the packing tower, throw it in, and stomp it down. I had to be careful when to jump down into the bag because if it wasn't full enough I couldn't get out. It only took once to figure this out. I really had to holler for help because there was so much noise with the machines running and the sheep baaing. Usually the tower was inside close to the shearing. Sometimes it was outside because it was just too tall to fit in the barn.
Okay...that's enough for today. I have a few more pictures of the sheep shearing times. Maybe I can search through my albums and find some more. I also want to tell you what kind of sheep we have compared to the sheep we used to have on the farm.
A favorite "I am called a sheep" verse.
My sheep hear My voice, an I know the, and they follow Me. And I gave them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand. John 10:27-28
Have a great day in the Lord.
This new year I am going to free up my life, yes I am.
I've been writing for many years. I started trying to write when I was in third grade. I guess a better word is developed an interest. I started buying books about writing and really started an effort to learn when Simeon was born 27 years ago. His birthday is January 14th, so, in a way a land mark in coming up.
I feel though, when reading books about writing (and blogging), that I am expected to choose a writing niche. One. My trouble has been that I have several niches. I love too many things I guess. I have struggled with this niche thing often!
I figured it out. This new year my writing niche is this: What the Lord lays on my heart. How simple is that? When I think about this I get excited. I will not get frustrated trying to fit the "writing mold".
No more struggles this year. There are so many things to write about: People, writing, art, camp, songs and singing and guitars, horses, the cows up on the hill, home and health and food and the list goes on. I love life and all that is in it.
Hopefully that is the interest of coming to this website for my readers. You just never know what is going on at the brace place.
For God's Glory!
(Sunny Boy and Specka)
...doesn't quit writing, and when ideas come to mind they are written down, researched, internalized, and reformatted for readers.