Russ-Stick Realville

In the last few weeks, we saw our final horse, Raz, head down the driveway to his new home.  Actually, he is “going home” to the place where he was born, a few miles east of us.  Our good friend, who loved him the minute she laid eyes on him as a newborn foal a decade ago, is thrilled beyond words to have him back.  

She still owns his Mama, along with several other horses, some also related to Raz., so he is very well received.  Every ride he has taken off our property has included a visit to this home, so he knows it as second nature.  We sent along his groceries too.  150 bales of hay, so the winter won’t be a burden to our good friends.

As for us…I found this quote tucked within my weekly Amish Newspaper (The Budget), which outlines our life desires to a T.  It is by Wendell W. Price.  “There are many activities I must cut out simply because I desire to excel in my pursuit after God and holiness.” 

Will we miss Raz?  Of course.  But I truly believe God brought us to this point, for many reasons.  I must say, I was stunned to see my dear friend, Terri at Our Crazy Farm, was also at this point in her walk.  I think we were saying goodbye to our horses at the same time as she and her family saw their last couple equines leave the farm.  She, too, had horses for many years, with generational ties.  She summed up my feelings upon their departure when she stated “peace dominates the sadness…”.  She added, “These earthly treasures and delights don’t demand our attention like they used to, our satisfaction and joy is sought elsewhere.  We walk along now, after having tasted of glory and eternities nearness, refusing to be comforted by anything short of God Himself.  It’s a strange place to be, to live in this world as if we don’t belong here, strangers and aliens waiting to go home.”  

She goes on to state our feelings, as if snatched from our very thoughts.  See for yourself, HERE.  {Thank you dear Terri, for your ever-comforting words.}

As for our small farm, we still have chickens.  We had two batches hatched this summer, starting on Memorial Day, with the last one in August, with a count of 14 chicks, compliments of our hen, Israel.  What a sight that was!  This summer, we made a new tradition of Sunday dinner being chicken dinner, compliments of our young roosters who morphed into “manhood” throughout the summer.  They go from the outdoor butcher table right into the oven.  Fresh and delicious ~ baked chicken with ‘tators and thick gravy and the trimmin’s.  Next day or so, it’s Chicken Pot Pie with the leftovers.

As for me, my travels to the Amish community have increased tenfold.  (I’ll be leaving again on “Black Friday” to spend the day.)  I have enjoyed so many visits to various homes, being welcomed into the fold by children and adults.  In recent months, I’ve enjoyed road trips with my Amish friend, traveling to other Amish communities.   I’ve been learning about living out a Christ-centered life to the fullest extent (I now wear not only a skirt, but a head covering).  At times, the emotions are so raw, there are tearful conversations as we dig into revelations of the Word, and such. 

Oh friends, I have so much to tell, but hold back.  I couldn’t figure it out until I talked with a dear friend, who also knows the deep roots of the Amish life.  She summed it up with one word.  INTIMATE.  It is too “intimate”.  It’s SO true…to write any facet about my visits, is truly too intimate.  Perhaps someday I can figure out a way to do so.  The Lord will let me know.

As snow continues to fall, my eyes wander to the sled dogs, all 15 of them.  (Zip is in the cabin by the woodstove, with me.)  This is their time.  And they know it.  For us, it will be different, as it is the first year in over a decade that we aren’t open to the public for dog sled rides.  Calls continue to come in.  We have already had to turn away two Boy Scout troops and others.  I feel bad in doing so, but know our musher friends will pick up the slack and provide them with a wonderful experience. 

I have decided I’m going to check in here each week.  I’ve missed you, my friends.  There is so much to talk about, and we must advance the Kingdom, as the Lord tarries.

Until next time, Lord willing,

Sherry

Do You Hear the Call...

Do you have it?

You know. 

That Call of the Wild.

Over the years I would watch and question those around me. 

Co-workers, family, friends. 

And ask…

Do you have it?

Some wouldn’t know what I was talking about.

Some understood, but didn’t know the power, the lure, the curse.

There are times I wish I had been born without it. 

That I could just “go with the flow”.

But I can’t. 

I won’t.

It’s in my blood, my head and my heart.

The desire, to be, and live among Nature.

I would guess you have it too...

 

Until tomorrow ~ God willing

Horses in Winter

When folks come for our dog sled tours, they have to drive right by our 3 horses.

Sometimes they will ask what the horses do all winter.

Well...it depends.

They eat...

And play...

And enjoy their snowy world.

But I'm sure, like us, their thoughts turns to spring.

Especially on warm winter days.

It's coming...soon.

And we've got a heck of a summer planned.

Stay tuned. 

Always, God willing.



Peek-A-Boo

Our Halloween excitement...

Peek-A-Boo with Buck.

That's about the scariest we get...

Have a wonderful week everyone~!

See you tomorrow...

God willing ~



Spring Dirt Baths ~ Equine Style

Until tomorrow ~ God willing,

Beaverton = Buggy Travel

It should come as no surprise to anyone traveling the roads of Beaverton, MI to see a horse and buggy.

All the signs are there.  It's a sleepy little country town.

And folks expect to see various forms of travel by horse, due to the density of Amish folk in the area.

Years ago, many Amish fought putting the large orange/red slow moving signs on their buggies.

Some would choose to move to other locations, than comply.

Valentine's Day, nearing midnight, two Amish men in my favorite "Amish Country" were hit by a truck.

Their horse was killed.

The driver of the pick-up was said to be intoxicated.

No sign of any kind will help you in that situation.

It's something that weighs on my mind, as we get our horses ready for wagon work this spring, like my friends, Homemaker Ang and Gentle Giant, whose horse is pictured here.

And I pray for all others, who travel by horse power, to be safe and sound.

I also pray for the two Amish men, one seriously injured, as they recover from their horrific accident.

Until tomorrow ~ God willing and watching over the Plain People,

and those who like to take life slow,

Woodswoman