'Fraidy cat!

I am at work. My dogs and cats are at home and in the house. Unfortunately, my horses would not fit in the house.

I do not want to go home.

Reason???

Right there. Wrapped around my itty bitty flower garden when I came up from feeding and watering horses and was preparing to water my flowers....F.N. SCARY.

I would not be scared except that I was unable to kill the bugger and he slithered under my porch. When I brought my dogs in I brought them in one at a time, on a leash with me having a rake in one hand and the dog on my other side. My dogs are too old to sustain an rattlesnake bite and survive.

I have been checking out snake traps. I have been checking out snake repellent. Personally I am hoping that when I go home he will be laying in a position that will allow me to run him over with my truck about 75 times and then I won't have to worry about trapping him. Or her.

My biggest fear is that it is a female and having babies under my porch even as I type. I did not sleep at ALL last night. And I am an Arizonian born and raised in the desert. I am not a wimp, but for some reason this scares the bejeebers out of me.

One of us has to go. And since I pay the bills it is going to have  to be him.

Pray for the safety of my family until I can get this resolved..........

This is why I keep all that fabric....

Been sick for a few days with some sort of intestinal garbage.

No eating. And certainly not moving more than 12 feet away from the bathroom. So what can you do?

SEW!

Which I did. Poor Princess Leia trashed her flymask from last year and I had yet to purchase another for her, so I got out some of that fabric I have been saving for flippin' YEARS and made her one. Hand sewn because the sewing machine would not fit in the bathroom.

ooooooooooo! Flames and sparkles! Cannot get any better that THAT!

 

So it is not perfect, but hey. I still have plenty of fabric....

 

Love you Leia!

Sacred Thoughts.......

I have not been writing as of late.


The sad event of Boo Horse leaving our herd has left a huge hole in all of our hearts. I shall miss her for the rest of my life. She was such a sweet and patient little lady who never complained. Would that I could be more like her.


This morning on the way in to work, I listened to James McDonald on the radio. His words caught my heart in a vice and I felt that old and intense love for God's Word surge through my veins. Today, Pastor McDonald spoke to men, but the words belonged to me in every way.


I have a son. Did you know that? I do not recall if I have ever mentioned that fact, but I do. He serves in the Army and is dating a pretty awesome and strong woman. Last I knew anyway. I don't hear from him any longer because he and I have made choices that we both are adhering to quite rigidly.


My little man, (as he will always be even if he reaches 90), was only 12 when he was baptized into the Lord. I still have photos of that day. That day was precious to me and still holds the most special place in my heart. It is with a goodly amount of prayer for his walk with the Lord that takes up a great deal of my thoughts and time. Whether he believes it or not, I love him very much. And it is because of that love that I respect his wishes. It is a wicked, wicked thing to be placed in the situation of choosing one relationship instead of two for fear of losing the first. God will work it out for good. Mark my words.


I wish that you had heard that sermon today, son. I always knew since I was a little girl attending Vacation Bible School what I would name my son when I had him. I gave you the name of Joshua after my favorite man in the Bible. He was a warrior. He was devoted to the Lord. He trusted God wholly and deliberately.  He was chosen of the Lord and served Him well. I have always believed that names are important and that somehow, someway, the characteristics of that name will become the bearers own. I wanted that for you then. I want it even more desperately now. I want to see you as more than the decorated warrior you have made yourself. I want you in the Lords Army. I am jealous FOR you to be His in every aspect of your life.


Time is short. I know that people think I am crazy and that people have been saying this since that awful and glorious day of The Cross and Resurrection, but it is true.


Jesus is coming for His church. He is coming soon.








(James McDonald)