In Praise of One who is Worthy

Psalm 9 vs 1-3

“I will thank the Lord with all my heart;

I will declare all Your wonderful works.

I will rejoice and boast about you;

I will sing about Your name, Most High”

J esus you saved my life even when I deserved death, I rejoice in You

E verything on earth was created by you,plants, animals, birds, reptiles, and fish I revel in your creativity

S unrise, life-giving light wrapped in beautiful splendor, its reminds me of the way You light up my life with Your love

U ndeniable faithfulness, You are always there when I need you, my Protector, my Sheppard, I would be lost without You

S unsets painted  in deep orange and amber hues reflect your glory, the heavens shout out  to me, He is worthy to be praised, and I agree

C radled by your promises I can sleep in sweet peace, trouble can not find me here

H is life was taken in ransom for mine, Lord if I knew the full extent of Your love I might be crushed by it

R eceiving your precious gift of eternal life, by believing and confessing I was a sinner,  that I believe in You and Your power to save me

I nstantly from that moment on  my life was transformed, You taught me joy even in the midst of deep sorrow and gave me strength to face tomorrow

S tanding on  the Rock I know my future is secure even though the waves are high and the water is rough

T oday kneeling in prayer I rejoice because the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings wants a relationship with me! Oh Lord,  how I praise your Mighty Name

For Goat Girl – In Praise of Goats

All through history goats have gotten a bad rap and associated with evil but in reality they are fun-loving curious creatures that can be quite affectionate. Our goat adventure began when we adopted Maggie and her twin boys  from a breeder.Unfortunately it ended in tragedy when in their third year they contracted some type of encephalitis that caused seizures and death within 24 hours once they started to show symptoms. The vet really was baffled and we were devastated. But since I don’t have any pictures of them on this computer I will save their story for another day.

Maggie, Tiny and Issac brought us so much joy in their short lives we decided to try again but this time we wanted  two kids (baby goats) We went to a local farmer who said they had some goats that were not suitable for breeding and they were sending them off to slaughter. We went right over and in this very large pen were about thirty unlucky baby goats that could run like the wind. The farmer told us to concentrate on picking kids that were holding good weight as they would be the healthiest. When we went in the pen all the goats were terrified of us and would  run down to one end of the pen and eye us suspiciously. The first goat that caught my eye was  Alpine  (2nd row in pictures) an Alpine goat, hence the name. When we tried to cut him from the heard this crazy little white goat stuck to his side like glue. It was litterly impossible to separate the two and after 20 minutes had gone by my husband and the farmer decided that if they loved each other that much they could stay together. With that decision made we all stepped back and took a  breather before round two began. Once again we climbed into the pen and moved toward the lively pair but before we even got close one tiny little goat pushed his way through the group and made his way to the front. With what looked like dogged determination he broke free from the others and trotted right toward me. I stopped to see what he would do and bold as brass he walked right up to me and thrust his head into my hands. He was the scrawniest little creature with a big roman nose and my husband took one look at him and said don’t even think about taking him home . He is clearly not doing very well and I am not bringing home another goat that might die and the farmer agreed. Out numbered by wisdom and age I relented and we concentrated on separating the Alpine and the white goat from the herd. But what the sickly little goat lacked in the brawn dept he made up for in brains because somehow he figured out which goats we were after and shadowed their every move. Now I know it was more than coincidence because it took quite a few tries to cut Alpine and the girl from the herd and everywhere they went he followed.  Finally we were successful at chasing the two we wanted out the gate when in an effort that was nothing short of heroic the sickly little goat threw himself toward the gate and rolled underneath before it closed. In a blink of an eye he was back up on his feet screaming his head off and chasing our two goats who were now safely in the arms of the farm hands that were walking toward our car. The farmer tried to stop him but the little guy must have sensed redemption lie at the end of that  gate and he doged the farmer and made a bee line straight for the truck. I turned to my husband and said don’t even think about sending him back. I will never know what made that little goat decided he was leaving but he had won my heart and I had named him Logan before he was even in the truck. Logan was so tiny that when we brought him home he would fall asleep inside the tub we used to feed the horses in.  Once we were home we named the white goat Madison but it wasn’t long before we were calling her “Mad Maddy” because she would dash around from place to place full of vim and vigor. To the untrained eye not versed in the game of goaty tag she could appear quite crazy but it was all in good fun. Actually it is hard to get pictures of Maddy because usually before you click the camera she is off and running somewhere leaving you with a lovely picture of her bum or half her head. Maddy is our explorer and resident trouble maker like most women, so my husband says. It was quite  warm the day I took these pictures which slowed her down a bit. Alpine is the most affectionate of the group and his  laid back demeanor is more suited to strolling the meadow but more often than not he ends up following Maddy at a quicker pace than he would like. Alpine has a lovely sense of humor and he demands attention always pulling at your sleeve or pant leg . He is very affectionate and loves to be petted and talked to.  Logan (third row of pic’s) thinks he is the big man on campus but that is only because Alpine lets him think this way. He is head over hills for Maddy and would follow her anywhere but she much perfers Alpine not that Logan notices. He too is very affectionate but Alpine will run him off if I make to much of a fuss about him. My favorite thing to do is go for a walk with them around my five acre field and watch Maddy flit from one patch of clover to the next much like a bee goes from flower to flower while the boys do their best to keep up with her. They all know their names and they are masters  escape artists that would make the Great Houdini proud. Intensely curious they are always into something and they can be a one man wrecking crew if you don’t have the proper fencing to keep them in. I would recommend that when picking out your goat you look for one’s with the horns taken out when young, because you have to constantly be aware  of where they are so you don’t accidentally get hooked. Unfortunately when we picked these guys out their horns were already to large to take out. I love going in to the pen at the end of the day when they have run out all their energy and are quietly chewing their cud. This is when they are most cuddly and content. It is so cute watching them settle for the night because they lay down and cuddle up and sleep with their heads resting on each others backs or rump it is so cute and we feel so blessed to be their care givers.

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John 16:24″ Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask and you will receive, that your joy may be full.”


This is a very hard day for us. My husband has been out of work and we were really counting on a position he has been interviewing for since October and the company has just called to say they have decided to hold off in hiring anymore sales reps till the economy improves. When my husband was let go after ten years they only gave him a small severance package that will run out in six weeks. After that we will lose our benefit package and our drug coverage.  I have Chron’s disease, chronic kidney stones, fiber myalgia, and asthma and my drugs are very expensive.  We live on a small hobby farm and we have some rescue animals that will have to be rehomed. I don’t care about losing my home I have no attachments to material things but I do care about the animals, in this economy it will not be easy to find them homes. Despite the fact that I feel totally defeated I am still a Christian who believes in the power of prayer. I am asking all that read this to once again pray for us and the animals on this farm that the Lord will find a way to keep us all together by finding us employment. I am so thankful that I belong to a family of Christ who I can count on to  pray for us. We serve a mighty God that can still grant miracles so I am trying not to lose hope. Thank you for your prayers they are much needed and appreciated. GodBless

Here Comes the Bride

Here comes the Bride

The day has faded into twilight gone is the warmth of the sun

Shadows are lengthening, distorted and scary this road  has become

Still dressed in her bridal gown she had flung herself headlong into this destination

Clawing her way over and under obstacles her eyes fixed on the bridegroom absorbing the bruises and deep lacerations

Battle scars of the war that raged for her soul

Here comes the Bride

The road is narrowing still, gone is the asphalt that ripped and tore at her dress

She now tries to catch her breath as her gown soaked in sin weighs her down, and deep doubts are confessed

Step by step the path ahead becomes a mountain pass steep, lonely and she longs for his touch

She calls out his name and her voice bounces off the darkness and she is lost in the mist

Here comes the Bride

Here heart is racing, anxiety and panic threaten to consume her and fear has made her fall

On her knees she clutches the rock face, screaming his name she calls and calls

It’s the darkest part of the night now, fear and panic have given way to utter exhaustion, sobs wrack her body, her nails, fiercely dug into the rock face, hold her there

Suddenly  the sobbing stops as she forces her body into stillness. did she just feel his touch, could it be that he is here and he does care

Slowly a warmth flows through her body as He breathes into her his peace

She is still on the rock face in that mountain pass as she feels the increase

Here comes the Bride

Her body, her inadequacy, is now meshed with his power his strength and she is not alone

He whispers sweetly, look my child your bridegroom has come to raise you up again

As she stands her  wedding gown that had been torn dirty and ragged is now  renewed with his purity and grace

Although the wind still rages over that same mountain pass it is no longer dark and the light from his presence can be seen on her face

Firmly he grips her hand as they take the first few steps together and slowly but surely they make the climb together out of this place

Here comes the Bride