I appreciate each of your hearts on the comments yesterday. I thought I had guarded against any additional sympathy since I had plenty to share, but you still got to me. You reminded me that I am a warrior not a wimp, though I may still look like a wimp. I am solely His even over rough waves, though my waves are more like getting splashed in the chlorinated water of the baby pool. I am a warrior whom the Lord granted a respite.
I wish you could have gone for a walk with me. Maybe to see the ducks or the baby cows. Or even Heidi, the burro, and Missy her mom, and my sweet jealous Bonnie who’s lonely, we all know, without a sweet baby burrito herself, so she insists that I see her first with the treats. Honestly, grown men would cry to hear her bray, “Puh-LEASE, don’t forget me.” In Tuesday’s post, I knew just how Bonnie felt in my prayers. There is some raw emotion in the bray of a desperate woman. Enjoy a few pictures of the wintertime ranch. Spring is closer than we know. (Both at the ranch and in our hearts.)