I've had my blog ten years now. My man children set it up for me to share my rookie farming experiences, but what emerged was more of a faith journey than farming mishaps. And anyway since life began in a garden, it's been hard to understand sometimes where one ended and the other began.
I've reverted a great deal of my blogs back to drafts so I can read over and edit them. This is not because I've grown as a writer, which I'm not so sure I have, but as a Christian. I don't want to mislead anyone with bad theology. Of course until heaven, we will be growing in our faith, so more than anything I pray I write truth. I pray that continually the dross is burned off through the daily means of grace as the gold becomes more pure. I can see why Saint Augustine wrote Retractations to clarify, correct, and revise his earlier writings - we are always learning in this sanctification path to glory. ( December 2025 )
My First Blog ( March 2, 2015 )
Don't over think it, Rebecca.
Today the handsome farmer I share my life with arrived in Singapore on his way to Indonesia for a 23 day visit. In 2011 he and our oldest man child and our pastor visited that country.
We had dairy goats at our farm, and we thought how cool would it be to start goat farming in other countries and teach people all about them. They provide cheese, meat, milk, and an income. We had a contact through our church, so off they went. Long story short, after arriving they did visit potential goat farm land and discuss the venture; however they also made a stop they didn't know was on the agenda - an orphanage.
When they returned home, my farmer informed me that he was starting an orphanage. And he did. It is named after the scripture in Psalms that states that children are a heritage from the Lord. To say I'm proud of him would be an understatement. There are currently 10 beautiful souls living there with donations from some amazing people to pay their medical, educational, food, and living expenses. It's pretty awesome, and I'm sure I will write more about this from time to time.
It does mean I hold down the fort here. I love this place though, and I run the day to day operations anyway. My oldest man child is here with me nonetheless and other family members always drop by - especially if I have puppies. I mean, I could never do it without my Farmer - he's my encourager, my shearer, my farrier, my builder, my mechanic.… but I'm okay while he's gone. I feel it's a small thing I can do for the Kingdom of God.
A predator got one of my chickens the night before last. My dogs have a very huge territory to guard, and even though the coop is in their fenced in area, it is a ways from them and the sheep. So, last night I shut the chickens up. This morning there was a dead chicken in the coop!!!! Something got in there somehow! Well tonight when I shut them up, I'm putting Kia, one of my Great Pyrenees, in their boxed off area with them. Yeah, that's right you little predator! To be continued…...
When they returned home, my farmer informed me that he was starting an orphanage. And he did. It is named after the scripture in Psalms that states that children are a heritage from the Lord. To say I'm proud of him would be an understatement. There are currently 10 beautiful souls living there with donations from some amazing people to pay their medical, educational, food, and living expenses. It's pretty awesome, and I'm sure I will write more about this from time to time.
It does mean I hold down the fort here. I love this place though, and I run the day to day operations anyway. My oldest man child is here with me nonetheless and other family members always drop by - especially if I have puppies. I mean, I could never do it without my Farmer - he's my encourager, my shearer, my farrier, my builder, my mechanic.… but I'm okay while he's gone. I feel it's a small thing I can do for the Kingdom of God.
A predator got one of my chickens the night before last. My dogs have a very huge territory to guard, and even though the coop is in their fenced in area, it is a ways from them and the sheep. So, last night I shut the chickens up. This morning there was a dead chicken in the coop!!!! Something got in there somehow! Well tonight when I shut them up, I'm putting Kia, one of my Great Pyrenees, in their boxed off area with them. Yeah, that's right you little predator! To be continued…...
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| Kia and her chickens - Although we've lost a couple of them to predators, we've never lost a livestock since our dogs rescued the farm. This is the late Kia Covert. Update: Her daughter, Kisha took her place after Kia passed away in July 2020. Kisha left us in 2025. We now operate courtesy of three gentle giant grand pups: Skipper, Shasta, and Aslan. |