“Being still and knowing He is God is a long shot from nothing. Trusting in a God you cannot see is a long shot from nothing. Holding your tongue is a long shot from nothing. Being patient is a long shot from nothing. Counting it all joy is a long shot from nothing. Submitting is a long shot from nothing. Confessing sin is a long shot from nothing. Resting in Christ is a long shot from nothing, and hear this one really loudly: praying is a long shot from nothing.” -Beth Moore (page 174 of James: Mercy Triumphs)
On what feels like the only nice day we’ve had in a few weeks, we went to check on the lambs again. Now they have 17 or 18 (where’s my memory?) little lambs.
The lambs all had their tails banded, which actually just means they had a rubber band tied on tight enough that the tail will soon fall off. No tail means less chance of infection. You can see the bands if you look.
They were all outside, but so we could see and touch the lambs better they separated them from their mommas by chasing them into the barn. The little girls tried to act as a human gate to keep them in the barn.
The mommas were not really happy with this arrangement.
Wyatt wasn’t sure about being in close proximity to the little critters, but by the end they were nibbling on his hat and he was smiling about it.
They showed us how they leap off of the hay bales too, which would bring a smile to anyone’s face.
Like I said before, if you’re looking for a lamb to show at the fair, I can hook you up.
Brad’s grandparents started as just a married couple and look what happened:That picture is even missing a few people. It makes me think about the impact one person can have in life. Like if you do something nice that makes someone else what to do something nice… It’s a people version of the ripple effect.
(If you’re looking for our small family in the picture, I’m standing with my hand awkwardly over Liza in the middle with Brad behind me to the right. That’s the obvious. Elliana is sitting between two boys on the front step. As for Wyatt, we get to take credit for the only great grandkid who acted up for the picture. He’s sitting with his head on his knees on the front row, right under the girl with the red dress. We have some work to do to help him make the most impact on his world.
One of the reasons I’ve been reminded to treasure every moment recently is because of the tough news my cousin Daron received last week. It’s a situation that weighs on my mind every hour; doesn’t make any sense to me; and sends me praying for peace, healing, hope, and wisdom for him and his family every time I think about it.
Would you please join me once again?
I need to find a fitting passage to pray through since I keep praying the same things over and over. I would love to hear any of your recommendations.
Did you see the difference in Elliana’s smile between those two pictures?
I had to tell myself that I wouldn’t want her to still have her top baby teeth when she’s 13 to keep from crying that her little girl smile is no longer.
This was just one of many events this year that has reminded me that life goes too quickly to waste a moment.
Now I’m going to quit wasting moments of sleep trying to expound on that.
When I looked out the front door to see how much snow we had on the ground, this is what I saw.
It sat there still as could be and with nothing else around it. Sort of felt like some odd version of a gift left on the porch.
It was still dark when I took the picture, but I didn’t figure I should risk waiting for the sun to come up with the way tumbleweeds blow around here.
My mom is trying to cope with the fact that I’m 1 month old already today.
I already weigh a whole pound more than the day I was born.
Mom’s been wanting to get a sweet picture of my hands, but this is the best I’ve let her have.
As you can tell from the coming pictures, I do like my binkie (“the thing that makes me happy” according to my brother) and I got to meet more important people.
Mom, don’t blink or I’ll be two months old.