What a View . . .

Sometimes, when I'm hard a work at the computer, I just have to stop and look out the window. I love this life I've been allowed to live. I mean, I have to be careful to not turn my life into an idol! I think it's possible to do and I don't want to do it.

I'm sitting here in a room I added on for someone else and now it's my office. Who knew? G-d knew. Funny, how sometimes our unselfish acts actually come back to us . . . So, here I sit writing for the Goshen Gazette, and listening to my roosters crow. By the way, roosters don't just crow in the early morning. If there's more than one, they seem to get a sort of competition going throughout various times of the day and it literally sounds like a contest. My theory is this is how they determined just who is "the cock of the walk."

Charlotte is laying out in a pen with her twin doelings. She will be joining the "milking herd" next week. I've let everyone stay a bit longer with their babies this year. I'm trying a few things even more basic than before. I want my young doelings to have a really good start. My best milkers all had does this year, so I'm thinking I may be looking at the next generation of milkers. I want them to have a good start and not only be strong and sturdy, but good mothers as well, so I'm leaving them with their good moms to learn the example!

Just as I was about to finish this post, I had to take one more look out the window in contemplation of just how content and grateful I am. This isn't perfect and it doesn't always go smoothly, but my life never did anyplace else, either. As I observed a rooster strutting by the window, I couldn't help but notice something small leaping in the pasture. I took a moment to get a better view, and then of course, decided I needed to go out to verify what I suspected. A brand new little doeling.

As I was speaking with a friend yesterday discussing the events of recent days and the prophecy spoken by Messiah, I am just so grateful to be where I am. The same chapter that refers to Judeans heading to the hills, later states cataclysmic events will be taking place all over the world. Some days it's truly hard to wrap my mind around the fact I'm living in the "so far off the beaten path" getting ready to milk goats and gather eggs in a few hours, while I write an article about simplicity and sustainability that can be read around the world, when I click on the word, "Publish."