My brother Bob loves my new camera and he loves landscape pictures. I really like the one to the right. It is about what you see as well as what is in the shadows. The one on the left was a day just little over a week ago late afternoon and the one on the right was late this afternoon.
Welcome to two of my new blog followers. Liz told me this morning how much she likes my blog and I really appreciate her kind comments. It is always encouraging to know that people read my blogs and like them. The other new follower is Sydney. I hope I spelled your name right but I do welcome you and feel free to correct me if I misspelled it.
We are finally past this cold snap. The water hoses no longer freeze during the night. Life is getting easier. Of course now we have the mud. It is ugly around here. But one must be involved with farming to really understand what all of it is about. The seasons of the year are very valuable to those who till the soil and make a living from farming.
It is hard to not talk about God when we speak of the seasons. A friend of mine, Roger Brown, told me a couple of weeks ago that if it were not for winter, we would wear the soil out from farming it. He also said we would wear ourselves out quicker as well. That is very true. When we go out to feed the animals on a cold winter day the first thing we want to do when we get back to the house is get warm and rest. Then it is harder to go back out for the afternoon feedings. Winter is a time our bodies seem to want to slow down. I have often said of fall that my body feels like it is getting ready for hibernation. That may be partially true. But in any case God is giving us rest from our intense labors of the summer.
We had a wonderful ride yesterday afternoon. We rode all the way to the back of the farm. About a mile from the house. Bob rode Rosie, Natalie was on Romeo and I rode Eleanor's horse J R. J R is such a laid back horse. He is really one of a kind. Nothing bothers J R. If there is such a thing as a bomb proof horse, J R has to be it. Usually it is cluck to him, kick him and smack about three or four times with the dressage whip. He will trudge along and sometimes get into his show gait. He is really a wonderful horse.
Rosie was pretty full of herself yesterday as was Romeo. Romeo loves the barn. He know that is where he gets the feed and hay. Natalie hasn't quiet convinced him yet that she is the leader in their two horse herd. Someday she will get the message across and then he will be such a joy for her to ride. Bob had a good ride on Rosie. He and she are making a good team. And he really likes riding her.
I can't not write this blog tonight without talking about our service at church this morning. For those who have not remembered, the date of January 22 is the day in 1973 that the Supreme Court decided a mother could choose to kill her baby legally. Our country was turned upside down when the Court decided that abortion should be legal and available to every woman. Since then 50 million babies have been aborted. This morning Dave Stone of Southeast Christian Church where I am a member reminded us of that date in a powerful sermon.
Near the end of the service he invited us to watch and pray as 37 people came forward to lay a single rose on the table at the front of the sanctuary. Each rose represented a year of abortions and each rose also represented over a million babies aborted for that single year. The procession of people started with a man born the first year that abortions were made legal. The line of people declined in age as they came forward. The last few were children led by or carried by a parent to lay their rose on the table.
One little boy, carried by his father did not want to let his rose go. We chuckled at his innocence but maybe there was wisdom in his innocence. Perhaps he was symbolically saying no to the slaughter of so many innocent babies who did nothing deserving of death. The last baby to be presented with it's rose was still carried in the womb of it's mother who had chosen life for her unborn.
It was a very touching and heart rending service. I cried. Dave talked about going to the hospital to see a young couple that had lost their baby at 22 weeks. He entered the room and the young mother was holding her recently born baby in her arms. She asked Dave if he wanted to hold her baby. Like it was yesterday, I was sitting in the hospital room holding my 32 week Great grandson, Michael. I touched his soft little cheeks and I looked into his precious face and felt his sweet little hands and arms. They were still warm from the warmth of his mother's body. But he had already gone back home to be with Jesus. His mother did not choose to end his life. It was out of her control.
Thinking of that time, I wonder how a woman could choose or a man could pay for an abortion to take the life of one just as innocent as Michael.
It is heart breaking to see our country so deeply involved with the taking of Innocent life. Some want to make it a political issue and in many regards it has become very political. But the whole basic thing about abortion is that is it a moral issue whether people like it or not. And we are told in the Bible that "thou shalt not kill". We can not turn away as a body of believers from issues that are moral issues. We have to make our voices heard.
May God bless and keep you in His loving care. And would you pray this week for the end of abortions in this country and around the world.
With regards,
Mary
But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not to come unto me,, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 19: 14
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