farming, marriage

My New Coop


I’ve wanted a homestead farm for years now. I’ve wanted to milk goats, raise chickens, ride my horse, and grow a garden. I wanted to watch out my kitchen window as my kids learned to tumble and fall and get back up. I wanted to raise them with dirt and sunshine and fresh air. I wanted to be able to yell, “Were you born in a barn?” and chuckle, every time they left the door open as they ran back out to the sunshine.

The city was never my home, it’s not where I belong. It cramped me and the noise got in my head. I could never think over the noise. It was overwhelming.

chicksI knew my dear husband was willing to be witness to my dreams come true, and I knew he would work hard to afford the starting of a farm (which is a bit pricey, from our experience). But, I’ll be honest, I assumed I’d do a lot of the heavy lifting on the farm. And that was a price I was willing to pay to have my farm life.

But he has blown me away day in and day out. He’s made friends with the goats, and he built them all sheds. He is the one that said it was the right day to get chicks, and he helped feed and water them. (He’s even mentioned that he misses having them in the dining room.) He’s always loved dogs, so it is no surprise when he stops to tell them each hello.

Not only did he build goat sheds (which will get a post of their own), but he built me the best chicken coop. We looked at ideas online for a week straight. I called him a million times at work…what if we…what if we…what if we…coop2

And he built me a chicken a coop that’s just the best. My chickens love it and it let’s me keep them put up while they are small and will be where they spend their nights when they are big.

But not only did he bring me home a wood and wire structure, he went out of his way to paint it John Deere Green. Some said he should have used red, but it sure looks good to me. And he painted the name I picked for our farm on it. I cried when I saw it, and I’ve cried a few times since, because my husband knows how to love me well, and I am thankful.



Just Like Jesus

God knew what He was doing when He caused my path and hers to intersect. He sent me a friend and I think she is straight from heaven itself.
This woman gives sacrificially of her time, encouragement, and self. She is walking through one of the most difficult situations in life, and she is so sweet and positive through it – always praising God for His goodness. She is always quick to take the time to pray over my family when we have need – no matter how much she is facing.
One of the things that stood out to me from the first time I met her, and jumps out every single time I hang out with her, is she never says a bad thing about her husband. And when I say never, I mean never. She says very kind things about him, but not in a “hard to hang out with” way.
She doesn’t gloat or brag in an unrealistic way. Her words don’t sound rehearsed, or forced. She doesn’t sound like she’s trying to sell us on how great her husband is. She doesn’t sound better than us, or like she is trying to out do us. None of that negative stuff.
She just never says a bad word about her husband.
Every time I talk to her, or hang out with her, she makes me want more of Jesus. I was thinking, “I want to be just like her!” She is flowing with light and goodness from God, with His living water, and without ever nagging, pushing, prodding, or telling me “how to be a good Christian” she makes me want more Jesus, she naturally causes me to seek Him more, and to want to be more like Him.

As I ponder all of this, and pray over her and thank God for her, I am examining my own life. Is my light shining this brilliantly? What steps can I take today, to help my light shine for those around me? No nagging, self-righteous, take this steps, get on my level type actions/words…just light, and love, and His glory being made known by my kind words, my lack of harsh words, and my always thanking Him for His hand in my life.


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