Friday, March 21, 2014

March Madness

Dearest Friend ~

Greetings in His holy name ~ our Lord and Savior ~ Jesus Christ!  May we both feel His presence at this time.

What a crazy, up and down (mostly down) winter this has been!  A couple warm (over 32 degrees) days and then back to bitter cold.  It feels long, and I’m anxious to get on with spring.  Especially now that the Calendar says it to be so.

I said to hubby Russ a couple days ago that I can’t believe I made it 59+ years without drinking coffee.  This past autumn during deer season, upon arriving back at the cabin chilled to the bone covered in a winter snowy/sleet mix, I “bucked” up and poured myself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot atop the woodstove.  It was the first time for me, after all these years.  Even then, I laced it with French Vanilla creamer, and a couple shakes of organic sugar, given to me by my Amish friend.  Now if I can just go to drinking it black, I’ll have it licked.

The animals on our “40” are starting to move about.  A white ermine made an appearance in our working Mill the other day, rooting around a new nest of bunnies.  His rooting days are now over, keeping the bunnies safe, for now.  A fat red squirrel, the fattest I’ve ever seen, is hanging out at our feeders by our cabin window.  He dances about, over the wild turkey feeding below, as he raids the treats.  We have to be careful when we take our two big sled dogs outside, as there is always someone visiting the feeder, where our wolfy-dog, Mordecai, is temporarily tethered.  Rabbits, squirrels, wild turkeys, and our chickens are there at any time.  (Chickadees still come, and flit about Mordecai’s head.)  I didn’t think anything when I saw a chicken exit the dog house right outside our door, until one of the sled dogs emerged with an egg, on two occasions! 

Spring feels good.  The turnaround on our taxes (computed on paper/sent by snail mail) was fast.  It always feels good to be able to “catch up” on things, if needed, with any extra funds.  Five new collars were ordered for the dogs.  Spiffy ones from  Extra padded with neoprene, making them nice and comfy for the big lugs.  Russ shook his head when I said I ordered a “hot pink” for our dog, Skunk.  And a lime green for Knik.  And a purple for Malakai…and so it goes.  Why not just plain green?” he muttered.  What can I say?  I was feeling “spring fever”.

I also splurged on a couple books from Amazon, one is about a couple from Ohio heading to Alaska to homestead.  Another about a twelve-year old who was captured by Indians (true story) and lived out her life in the Seneca tribe.  I love all things “woodsy”. 

Another splurge was a new head light.  It’s been years since we had a good one.  It will leave me more hands free when I head to the dog yard in the middle of the night~!

And the last splurge was…wait for it…a Crow Call.  I’m more excited about this, than anything.  Our crow population plays a vital role on our farm.  One main role is in warning our chickens of danger from above.  We have lost more chickens to hawks/juvenile Bald Eagles than any other predator in the last year or so.  Also, I can tell what is going on at any given time, based on their reports.  They are smart birds – and I love watching their antics.  Just the way they “stroll” brings a smile.  Their little ones stay with them up to 2 years, learning the ways.  I hope I can “talk” with them more, once I learn the proper skill of the call.  I still need to get a coyote call.  I gave my call to Ryan Redington (famous Iditarod dog musher) when he visited from Alaska five years ago and haven’t replaced it yet.  Ryan was so taken with it, I told him to take it back to AK with him.

Yesterday was back to being winter around here, after having a couple warm days earlier in the week.  I was getting antsy, (bushy, as they say in the arctic regions) feeling the tiny cabin close in around me.  Thus, I headed out for a walk as the sun was slipping down the western sky.  We had a big “dinner” at noon, so our eats at night were to be freshly made garlic/pepper jerky (made with our pork, by a friend of ours, oh so good) sharp cheddar cheese and crackers.  Simple, but tasty and good, and surprisingly filling.  As I walked down our snowy drive, towards the woods on the back of our 40, I smiled watching Zip and Skunk fly by, racing to the next smell or tracks that lured them up over the snow banks onto the snow that held their weight for several steps.  Earlier in the week, Skunk had been hooked into a dog team for a first-time ride for my golfer-son’s girlfriend.  She, being an accomplished Olympic bicycle rider/racer, enjoyed the thrill with a four-dog team on the fast track icy drive.  Only two days later, snow had come again, making the walk feel like more labor intensive, sinking in the snow.  In addition, the snow banks that lined the drive were chest and/or neck high.  Winter is still very much here for us in northern lower Michigan.

While on my walk in the setting sun, I stopped several times and looked about the fields and woods, which held complete silence.  There is something about being in the cold, in the quiet, that brings on the flow of tears.  Tears of gratitude.  Of praise for His glory.  God speaks to me in that still small voice.  As I stood and marveled at the beauty of the night coming on, the warmth of the day was reduced by each increment of the setting sun.  Oh how I treasure this simple land that holds so much beauty.  My heart aches for those folks who are so “plugged” in to the fast-paced life, that they never take the time to see simple beauty.  It can be something as simple as planting a single tomato plant on a patio deck.  Washing your dishes by hand, instead of using a machine.  (We are 3 weeks without water, and counting.)  Baking your own bread.  The list is endless.  The goal is to be connected to what you are doing.  And knowing whatever you do, you do with the goal of giving the glory to God.  For it is all for Him, and by Him.  I can’t imagine being without Him as the center of my life.  Our Lord and Savior, Jesus.  For He is coming soon.  And we are told to be ready.  And trust in His word. 

While pondering about Jesus coming, as I do daily, I thought about hubby Russ, and the trust he placed in one of our horses.  Our very first horse was a mess.  Albeit small, he took hours of a gentle hand just to get him ready to ride.  Once saddled and slowly worked, it took years to trust him.  Although I liked “Buck”, he never liked me.  Even as I was offering him a treat, he pinned his ears back, telling me he might strike and injure me without guilt.  One day, after realizing this wasn’t getting better, I worked him in the round pen, and won his respect.  After that, we were complete – the trust was there.  His trust began to work in other ways too.  Russ could ride him, without a bridle or saddle – trusting him to keep him safe. 

Trusting in the Lord is so much more.  We are told to “…trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.  (Proverbs 3:5-6)

Sometimes it is hard, to be patient for the Lord’s leading.  Just this week, in our small “Wee House Worship” held at our cabin, our leader John told me that if all I do is “rest and abide” in Him, that is good enough.  I waved away tears at that statement.  Why does it feel that I should do more?  Where is this sense of urgency coming from?  I literally weep, once I am tucked deep down in my sleeping bag at night, for those who have heard the Word and have “put it off”, or haven’t taken His word seriously.  This is serious.  It’s the difference between heaven and hell for eternity.  Truthfully, the enemy has done a fine job of distracting folks.  Computers, March Madness sports brackets, Facebook, Twitter, the list goes on and on.  If you feel moved to come closer to Him, just cry out to Jesus.  He will find you, as the Shepherd finds his sheep.  Start a relationship with Him and pick up a Bible.  If you only read John 3:15 “…that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life…” that’s fine.  Start with baby steps.  Trust in Him.  The rest will follow.  The Holy Spirit will be there to assist.  But start with reaching out.  It’s time.  Don’t wait, your life depends on it.

Until next time, dear friend. 

The trees are tapped, the feeders are full and life abounds here on our little patch of paradise, albeit snow covered for many weeks to come.

Love and prayers,



Dicky Bird said...

Such a nice post! Loved reading it!

kristine barr said...

Sherry your words about Our Lord made me tear up. I don't know why as I feel I do know and am living my life to honor Him. But thanks for the reminder.

Sherry Sutherby said...

You are too kind~! Thank you Dicky B ~ I feel driven to share my personal life in a simple way. Kristine - so touching of you to say the reminder brought emotion. Our Lord tends to do that...He brings things to the surface. And we must be alert to see! Blessings to you both!

goatldi said...

Wonder filled. As humans we tend to want to manage (control) all we can. Then if we are paying attention we learn that we need not for we never have managed (controlled)any thing we have simply believed we have. Then we take those steps , baby steps, easier for some of us than others. But when we get to Him and we truly leave our sorrows at His feet it is like magic. The weight is lifted and when it is lifted it gives us the ability to serve Him in so many ways. For when you don't carry your sorrows and give them to the Lord it is very freeing.

Cary at Serenity Farms said...

Sherry, reading your post this morning was absolutely thrilling ~ and at the same time, brought those pricks of tears, too.

Thank you for sharing - God BLESS you and hubby - and look forward to the next installment from Russ-Stick Acres ;)

Sherry Sutherby said...

Thank you dear ladies. Your comments are like our sweet Maple syrup that flows. To HIM be the Glory!