Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Today sitting here at church with the rain pounding the roof I feel so grateful to know our Lord. Things are happening in our lives that can only be explained as being the Lord's plan. Or lives are being enriched and blessings are being given to us that will enable us to in turn bless others.
I have never been much of an evangelist but I think I have found my niche. We have this awesome cowboy church and I can introduce them to Christ through the horse events. I so sad that I going to miss the arena Day because we will be in pole canyon. I have loved traveling but I'm starting to want to be here more. I want to be here in this community and be a part of it. Family Is more important than many Things I used to think mattered more. And it's not a sacrifice to do these things. I no longer feel like I missing out. The Lord has changed my heart in ways I never thought possible.
The Lord brought me the God fearing man I always prayed about having in my life. Our lives are moving in unison in His will. We are having peace, love and success that we never dreamed of.
I thank Rebecca, Michael's late wife every day for 'training' him well. And caring for him for so many years. He is such a wonderful husband and I am so grateful to share his life. Caring for him has become my gift from God to him so he can continue to love and care for others. I wish I could have known Becky.
Today's reading was 1 John 1-14. Boots and saddle cowboy church in Gatesville, tx. The sermon can be found on the Facebook page where it is live every week. Notes to follow.
We need our neighbors to survive. God calls us to be part of our community.
God wants us to love the people around us whether we know them or not. What would happen if we got out of our comfort zone and loved our neighbor.
If we don't learn to love our neighbor no one will grow.
The biggest Things we can do Is to ask forgiveness and love our neighbor.
The one who says he is in the Light and yet hates his brother is in the darkness until now.
1 John 2:9 NASB
God help me to decide.
I did this just yesterday. Faced with a decision I did not want to make I prayed and the path became clear. It wasn't the answer I wanted but I was able to recognize that it was what I should do. And then I didn't feel loss from the decision but joy from hanging done his will.
When we do Things for others often we are the ones more blessed. Jess said When they did the fencing privet they cheated the people they we're fencing for because they came away more blessed.
This Is how Michael and I get after putting on our ride at cbar. Having the folks from special Olympics blessed us and all the riders way more than than they we're blessed. They gave us a common goal and we were able to give to them. We were far more blessed.
for we walk by faith, not by sight-
2 Corinthians 5:7 NASB
Wow, this is a verse for today. Mike and I have some decisions to make about some career opportunities. We feel like we are following the right path but it does mean we have some decisions ahead.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
As I look out at the horses from my cabin office I think about how lucky I am. They are all so gorgeous and I don't know who I would rehome if I had to...well, I do know, and one of them is on the "chopping block" so to speak, but of course, it's the one we can probably have no luck selling.
Of mine I will start with the oldest:
Freeley: given to me in 2005, he had many endurance miles before I acquired him and then went on to be one of Maggie's first competition horses and I competed him as well. He was retired in 2008 when his arthritis became to much and lived with my dearest friend Teresa Musgrave. When I moved out to Woodrock ranch in the fall of 2015 I got to be around him again and when I moved to Flying T Ranch to live with Michael I brought him with me. He will be 27 in April but still has a lot of spring in his step and still gets ridden if I need a super beginner horse. I never thought he'd mellow this much, but I do think there is still a fire in his heart. He's a sweet and gorgeous boy who does not look his age.
Gorgeous Dixie, Maggie's first competition horse. She is supposed to be around 17 or 18 but the vet says she's likely in her early 20's. Still sound and willing to go, but mostly retired at this point. Her trot is so rough no one wants to ride it. She keeps the boys hopping in the field b/c she is a total hussy. We had hoped she would foal this spring but she did not get pregnant so no baby. She is a horse that has never been completely tame but she will occasionally acquiesce to carting someone around...until she decides to take off trotting and that person has to hold on for dear life. Mike rode her at Juggs this year and they did well together, except that she beat him to death.
Sherman: Technically he belongs on the Mike side of the whose horse is whose list, but I will claim him. He will be 19 this year. He is a very solid and well trained TWH and he loves Mike. He takes good care of him on the trail. He can be a real jerk at feeding time, but he's good with all humans. Recently he has been taking friends and beginners on very slow and steady trail rides, treating them kindly and like the passenger they are. I am amazed how gentle he is with these people who he could dump in a heart beat.
Liberty: My competition horse who I love dearly. He is my best equine friend and there will never be another like him. He's getting some much needed time off this winter, though I'm not sure he's totally down with it. He likes to go and be ridden. Right now I'm looking at him through the window and he's hanging out by himself while Dixie, Freeley and Hermoso all eat hay. Riding Liberty is like putting on my favorite jeans or riding boots. The fit is right every time. He is 15 currently and it's hard to believe I have been riding him 9 years. I think I have never had a horse this long as I look back at my horsey life. One thing or another always moved them along sooner.
Joe Bob...not his real name. He is a 12 year old TWH who was given to me by a friend of a friend and he is amazing. I was looking for a gaited horse to ride with Mike so we could match. He is the horse you always dreamed of someone giving you that other people were given but not you. He is just so much fun to ride. He knows a lot and he has a ton of training but he's a little slow. You have to get him focused to get the most out of him. He's big and I had forgotten how cool it is to ride a big, big horse. He is the horse I will compete on this year in NATRC.
Hermoso...not his real name. He is a rescued paso fino gelding who came from FL. He is reportedly 11, but since I have not yet sent the DNA off we don't know for sure. He is also well trained for the show ring, but is learning to go on trail. He is speedy and zippy and when I'm not terrified a ton of fun. He was a stud not too long ago I'm told and he still commands Dixie as though he is a stud. He loves the women. Yesterday Mike road him and they did really well. Mike is so much more chill than me they had less trouble. And a plus: Hermoso is short and Mike tall and he can mount from the ground.
Vandamere III aka Vandy...this may be the sweetest horse I have ever owned. He makes my heart so full of love. He never takes a bad step, he never gets upset. He has a cut on his leg and while I was hosing it today the dog jumped up to bit at the water and all he did was move over when most of the other horses would have kicked or stomped. He's six and came from the kill pens...he was saved by Chandra Ward. He looks like a TWH but he doesn't gate. He does have an 8 mph trot that doesn't bounce at all. And his personality is so awesome...and the HAIR. Just a gorgeous sweet boy.
Mike has 3 horses:
Dixie: She's the one who is for sale, for something...she's part haflinger pony mare I think. No idea how old. She is broke to ride, but we don't b/c we have too many others. She's a little pushy.
Duke: Dixie's almost 4 year old soon to be gelding. He's stunning and we are hoping he will eventually be a riding horse.
Stormy: Duke's almost 1 year daughter from a mare who is no longer here. She's a cutie pie too and I'm hoping she won't look too much like her grandmother, but the older she gets the more hope I lose.
What I have learned is that feeding this many horses gets to be expensive...but who would I have give up?
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Notes taken during church today.
This was written by Paul to Christians and will mange most people crime a little when they think how it's applied top their lives.
Perspective is everything. We can't be perfect because e we Are not God.
Get honest with God. He knows every good and bad thing we have ever done. Tell him and confess the thoughts we have. Confess our weakness and ask him to help us get past our feelings when We know we are wrong. This well bring peace. Confess our Sins and ask for forgiveness and He removes our sin from us. This Helps us come to our Lord to rely on Him instead of relying on ourselves.
We are very close to turn loose in this country's when we should hang on instead.
Submission to the Lord is what makes a 'perfect' Christian.
But now you also, put them all aside: anger, wrath, malice, slander, and abusive speech from your mouth.
Colossians 3:8 NASB
If we are convicted to lose our sin and confess to God we are doing his will.
Jess likened God to a Great Pyrenees with us being a little puppy who doesn't have a lick of sense. He has patience with us.
Our God is living and patient and kind. He loves us no matter how lost we are. No matter what we have done or said or thought our Lord loved us.
I know that sometimes it's hard to put aside the negative thought toward others when they are treating you badly. I keep trying to forgive but over and over I find myself thinking those thoughts. So I keep asking for forgiveness.
God's love brings us to repentance. God deals with his followers with love. He only does away with his enemies.
There are only 3 kinds of people in this world: Saved, rebelling or don't know yet.
The Lord wants us to hang onto him and turn loose of everything else.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
I have been struggling with feeding 9, now ten (since Freeley is back with me) horses affordable, efficiently and not too much when they don't need it. 10 horses would be 2/3 of a bag of grain per day and is not really sustainable for me. I have finally gotten all the horses separated by eating needs. I have Joe Bob, Liberty, Gorgeous Dixie, other dixie, and Hermoso in one field. They are the easier keepers. They have hay and they don't need as much to maintain their size and shape. Plus Joe Bob, bless his goober soul, is just a pain in the butt at feed time and I need to get him out of the way so everyone else can eat. I have Freeley, Vandy, Sherman and for now Stormy in a field because they need more food. Sherman is equally as big of a pain at feed time and I worry that he and Joe Bob might hurt each other. There is also Duke, but he's in his separate area until we can get him gelded. They also have unlimited hay. My thought was that they get more and eat about the same speed and except for Sherman, they all get along with each other pretty well. I'm lucky that Freeley isn't needing any special care of feed at this time. But, he is 26 so I will have to watch him.
I'm still having a little bit of a hard time letting myself relax during the day. There is a part of me that thinks I should be busy all the time. It's not like Mike judges me at all, but I judge myself. It's hard to come in and sit down on the couch and just watch a show. He does it, plenty of other people do it, why not me?
I have been so relaxed, working when I can and not worrying too much, but today I was paying bills and started to panic a little. It's actually fine and my work is picking up. I'm doing everything I need to do. Next week I do orientation for a contract that I will be starting. I did an assessment this week and I have one more to do. I know it will be OK. I have given a couple of local massages, have one piano student and one riding student with the possibility of another 2 riding students starting in February or March. Saturday I go to training for Special Olympics equestrian which will give all my horses a job when we start practicing.
Sadly I'm still not sleeping very well. I don't know if I have been hit with Hormone trouble or just all the cats running around or what, but I don't know when I last slept through the night. My fit bit tells me I am restless all night long.
I'm going to relax this evening and try to go to bed early and get up early to do Horses in the Morning. Tomorrow I have assessments to write up and an assessment to schedule. I am determined to spend time relaxing and not worrying about stuff.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Here am I send me. ...
"Render the hearts of this people insensitive, Their ears dull, And their eyes dim, Otherwise they might see with their eyes, Hear with their ears, Understand with their hearts, And return and be healed."
Isaiah 6:10 NASB
Repentance means literally to turn around.
In their case the prophecy of Isaiah is being fulfilled, which says, 'Y ou will keep on hearing , but will not understand ; Y ou will keep on seeing , but will not perceive ;
Matthew 13:14 NASB
F or the heart of this people has become dull , W ith their ears they scarcely hear , A nd they have closed their eyes , O therwise they would see with their eyes , H ear with their ears , A nd understand with their heart and return , A nd I would heal them .'
Matthew 13:15 NASB
Sunday, January 8, 2017
This is me after having not showered yesterday or yet this morning and the Princess Violet sharing some quality time on the bed. Why have I not showered? Well, it's b/c the water is frozen a second day in a row. Yesterday morning I woke up to frozen pipes and was really happy I had already soaked the horse's feed since there was no water. I got up and got dressed and by the time the water was thawed I didn't feel like showering. I figured I would shower this morning since it wasn't going to be so cold last night. Mike got up and showered and we thought it was going to be fine. However, it turns out that he was only using water in the tank and that the pump was frozen, so when it was my turn to shower...no water. Mike has gone ahead to church to make sure the pipes are thawed there and I'm here at home waiting to see if I get water in the next hour. Yesterday he suggested I put a heater in the pump house. I didn't realize it was a: Please put a heater in the pump house request. I thought it was a: If you need to put a heater in the pump house. Ooops. I should know that those requests are typically more of a please do that for me situation since I'm the same way. We are both learning to communicate more directly with one another.
So I'm here at home, with wild hair and a crazy broken legged dog. If I get water and get a shower before 10 he will come get me. More likely I'm stuck here with messed up hair waiting for him to come home. I figure it that's the case, I'm going to find my instant pot and make a pot roast out of the hunk of elk in my freezer that I was given from a friend's hunt.
He told me last night that Thursday night I upset him and he hadn't told me. By the time we talked about it neither one of us could remember what I had done. I was grateful he told me but next time he promised to tell me at the moment that I did the thing so I can stand corrected and not do it again. I don't ever want to spend years not communicating and having anger build up to where there is no way to fix it. Michael is the first time in years I have felt like I can just be me. I'm starting to relax under his love and take deep breaths. I'm learning to worry less and live more.
I have been thinking about what we should do about Duke, Mike's four year old Colt. He is a stunningly beautiful creature who is not the least bit friendly. He is not mean, but he has no use for people. I keep trying to make friends with him and nothing seems to help. I feed him every day, sometimes twice a day and can barely touch his face...I can rarely touch the rest of him. Most of the time he just swings his butt towards me which has the desired effect of me backing off. No one likes to be staring at the butt end of a stallion. In his defense, he has never tried to kick me, but I have never given him the opportunity to do so either. When I work him in the round pen, even with a whip, I can not get him to move out. He will move ahead a few steps and then just go back to working. I have yet to get an inside circle. Whenever I put enough pressure on him to turn him, it's always to the outside. If I look away or walk away he will follow me, but if I turn toward him he leaves. I'm hoping some of this will change after we geld him, but I don't know how much of him is stallion and how much is just his basic personality.
On the positive side, I think he is reasonably smart. Yesterday I started doing some of the "seeking" activities I learned from Harry last year and have used on Stormy, the now almost year old filly (hard to believe she will be 1 in April. I think she takes after Duke's mom who is part haflinger. She is sturdy but not large). I have been slapping my leg until he looks at me. Then I stop. He licks and chews and we stand there in peace until he looks away. I have been getting him to look at me pretty easily, but if I move close to him that butt is still there to swing around. I hope to do some more round pen work with him later today (if it's not freezing). He really seems more lazy than not, so maybe this butt turning thing is more an indicator of that. I do see it as a sign of disrespect. Mike can get a halter on him if he's cornered. He has never attempted to fight his way out of being haltered or tied, but I can't figure him out. He is stunning with his coppery red and flaxen mane and tail. I want him to become a solid citizen, but I want no one to get hurt in his training.
So, now it is 9:11. I still have no water. I'm starting to think I won't make it to church this am. I was snuggling on the bed with Violet who started whining. Evidently it meant she needed to pee, which she proceeded to start doing. I shut it down pretty quick, but I scared here which made her pee more. So now I have pee stained blankets and no water to wash them. Oops. She is so good about telling us she needs to go out, but not so good about understand that she is supposed to hold it until she goes out. As a result I have moved myself to the couch where I am surrounded by pets. I have thought about turning on the TV, but I'm enjoying the quiet so I won't. The cats are in the windows hunting birds through the glass. Yesterday someone got a bird b/c I saw it in the yard. They are so funny scratching the glass and fussing at the birds. Hermoso and Dixie are walking back and forth on the fence by the back window. This is where I fed them yesterday so I think they are looking for a hand out. I wish I has soaked their beet pulp last night as I could be feeding them now, but I didn't thinking the worst was over.
Hermoso has not been ridden since the day I sprained my ankle two weeks ago. I'm hoping that I can get him in the round pen today and work with him. After it's been 19, 45 is pretty darn warm in the sun. I also want to see what Mike's Dixie knows (we have been calling her Fire Dixie). Now the horses are all pacing back and forth at the fence. silly ponies. They have amazingly not seemed cold. They eat on their bales of how with the young cows and then they go out in the 15 acre pasture to forage. When I'm ready to feed all I have to do is yell for Joe Bob and out of no one he comes running. He is hilarious. Vandy is my beautiful Ken doll of a horse. So sweet and quiet and willing. Liberty and Sherman are steady Eddies as they have always been. I feel like Liberty is feeling a little neglected and I plan to change that soon. He will be sorry he moped for riding days, lol.