I live in a little blue house with my husband, our dog, and a few backyard goats. I'm passionate about helping women embrace life wherever they are as I encourage them to live freely and fully in God. I wrote a book, A Pygmy's Life for Me, which will be published later this year. It chronicles the childhood and adolescence of a good girl who finally discovers her freedom in God. It's full of humor, hope, and victory, and I can't wait to share it with you! In the meantime, I keep track of life and joy and grace right here down Cottonwood Lane.
At night, we do the chores. Well, Ben does most the chores. He milks Hattie and Marge. I play with Mav and Chester. Ben hands me a pile of hay and then I motivate those little kids into their small house for the night. Ben carries the larger pile of hay to the bigger house-barn for the girls.
On his way, sprinkles of hay fall to the ground. Not enough to look desirable, but enough for our smallest goat, Roxy, to get sidetracked. While Ben carries the big, tasty portion of hay to the house-barn, Roxy doesn’t follow. She eats what’s on the ground. Like her life depends on it. Like there’s nothing more than the scrappy scraps she sees on the ground. She’d rather have what’s easy and immediate.
It’s taken years, but I’m learning to enjoy the season I’m least inclined to love–summertime! I’m learning to soak in the summer with all its fast-paced busyness. I’m learning to run with it. . . whatever the day brings. . .however my plans change.
And everything comes alive in the summertime.
My porch garden warms up in the spring and then demands my attention as summer comes bustling through the door. My workplace becomes full of opportunities to meet, fellowship, and minister to other people and I’m forced to get intentional. My life gets bombarded by the reality of my weaknesses and suddenly I’m looking long and hard into grace.
And I’m full of gratitude for God’s gift of it!
The last time I wrote something new for my blog was June 3rd! I knew that this was a season for letting go of my blog. I would rather cultivate my life than force myself to fit into a blogging agenda that takes away from my life. I’m getting better at saying no and I’m living better because of it!
On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate. They shall speak of the might of your awesome deeds, and I will declare your greatness. They shall pour forth the fame of your goodness and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
And you are invited here.
The Lord is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. The Lord is good to all, and his mercy is over all that He has made.
Our Hattie-girl decided to give us an anniversary present one day early! On May 22nd, she meandered her way to the field and gave birth to one huge, stocky buckling with all the yellow blooms nearby. I’m so glad we were there for the birth. Not only because it’s special to watch birth unfold, but also because Hattie needed a little extra help since her one kid was so big.
We named him Maverick, but we like to call him Little Mav. He’s so curious about everything. When we let him roam around the yard, Hattie and I have to try to keep up! Hattie and Little Mav are the best of pals. Hattie is fiercely protective and very aware of him. I wasn’t sure how she would be as a mother, but I’ve loved watching her become one.
Chester is growing into quite the spirited buck! For the first few weeks, he was more like a puppy than a goat. He’d cuddle with me, curl up for a nap on my lap, and climb all over me. I have loved every minute and don’t plan on our little friendship dying out any time soon! Read more