... And the story continues

I found out a little more about the lady in the farm house. She's always been very sweet to me offering me a drink if I need or the bathroom. I got to talking to her a little bit.

Her husband drives truck so he's not around very often, it has been a lonely 3 months since moving here away from where her parents live. But he wanted to be in the country and have a few cows and pigs so she faithfully moved here. She doesn't have a job other than caring for the livestock, he didn't want her to get one. He makes good money but they are finding out that most of it goes to the feed of the animals. She doesn't have too much to do all day so it gives her lots of time to read the Bible and practice guitar, but when he's home the days are filled helping him work around the place. They're a team. She's been looking for a church since she's new to the area but driving to Yankton and back means 40 miles and things are tight.
Somehow, I got placed in this womans life to be able to tell her that I live a mile away and we have a home church pastored by my dad. She was amazed that we play her favorite kind of music, bluegrass gospel. She believes God knows our needs and answers in his time. She's been praying for something like this.

Thank you God for choosing to use me.

It's not where you are, it's who you are

I'm painting an old farm house today. It's a cute two story with a little fence around it. I was pretty tired already this morning bc I had to mess with horses before coming here so I wasn't in the most incredible mood ever. I underestimated the country charm of this place.

The lady of the house was home. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world but she has more than a pretty face. There she was in the kitchen washing a few dishes at the sink right under a window with a lace curtain and green tomatoes sitting on it's sill. She had bluegrass gospel turned on the radio and she hummed and sang along. She isn't rich. Her husband and her rent the house and she had to check the books just this morning to make sure her honey's $27 check wouldn't bounce. The life is simple and scarce but instead of complaining she finishes her chores and grabs a guitar to play along with the songs about gloryland and a better future waiting. The living picture of contentment complete with the mooing of cows and breeze rustling the leaves of the trees in the front yard.

True story.

Really?

So I never post on here but I promised I would... I don't really have anything to say but I thought I'd try...
I don't understand why God put male hormones in females. Can't we just be purly female and that's it? But maybe there's some medical reason why it's good but I just can't wrap my mind around why it would medically matter that girls would have to deal with facial hair and waxing and leg hair. Come on, there has to be SOME advantage to being born with Eve's curse. But no. We don't have enough to deal with. I think we should have been created fairly hairless. Yesterday I found a black hair growing from my neck?! I don't need this in my life! I have enough to do than to maintain and groom! Maybe that's why I still haven't found a guy... Lightbulb!

I've been working with Buck a beautiful buckskin horse for the last month. He's 5 and that's kinda old to begin training. Regardless, I jumped headlong into it and jumped off his back on occasion. I was happy to call the owner to tell him a month is up come get him even though he's not completely ridable.. But no. The owner wants me to keep him an extra 2 weeks and make him ridable. People I don't need this in my life! I can't help it you have a stupid horse! I digress.

Story of my life, I enjoy it. For the most part. 11 days until I get a sweet vacation and break from the madness. I can't wait.