Archive: August 2015
posted by Chelsea
was the sunset on the ranch last night. Straight out of the camera. No filter. It’s been smokey and made the sun really bright orange/red. I’m in love with this picture.
That was the “Sunset” part of the title of this post. Now for the “News” part.
Buck’s Grandma Janie has been writing a column, “Janie’s Journal” for a Northwest newspaper, “Agritimes” for the last 30 years or so. Recently she decided to downsize her schedule and asked if I’d fill in for her, possibly indefinately. I wrote for the month of July and yesterday I got a call from the newspaper asking if I’d write permanently because Janie has decided to be done with her twice a month column. So… I’m doing it! These are large boots to fill as Janie has a huge following and fan base. She has been writing about their ranch life for a Very. Long. Time.
I’m excited. And nervous. And excited. I’ll try not to let things completely fall apart here at CC! Maybe HAVING to write more will make me write more here, too! And maybe since I can’t include our entire life in the newspaper I’ll fill in the gaps here.
posted by Chelsea
A few days ago I had my iPod with me while we were riding and caught this series of Lucy getting on. I thought it was “share worthy”. Kids get creative when they can’t reach the saddle horn to mount up. Lucy is no exception- she’s found the right strings to grab onto to pull herself right up.
I’ll tell you one of the things I appreciate most about these pictures…
The big grey horse…Dish.
He doesn’t move away. He doesn’t walk away.
or otherwise misbehave in any way!
Posted by Donna ~
Does everyone know the story of David and Goliath? It’s my 9 year old grandson’s favorite. Not just because he heard it in Sunday School more than once but because he read it for himself. Snuggling with me on an early summer morning. And as he read, I began to see the story with new eyes. Those of a young boy intent on a mission, equipped more in the name of the Lord of Hosts, the God of Israel’s army, than with battle array.
Most scholars estimate David’s age at about 15. All males 20 and up had to fight in Israel’s army. Of the 8 sons of Jesse, only David tended the family sheep so probably his 7 brothers were all there the day he killed the giant, a 9 foot 9 inch behemoth of a man wearing a bronze helmet and bronze scale armor that weighed 125 pounds (I wonder if David even weighed that much.). Goliath had bronze shin guards, a bronze sword slung between his shoulders, and the iron point of his spear weighed 15 pounds. Ridiculously, the giant had a shield-bearer walking in front of him. What a sight they must’ve been.
Yet the Israelites were all shaking in their sandals.
David probably had on a loin cloth or small cloth covering, perhaps a tunic of some sort. King Saul tried to dress David in his own military clothes, a bronze helmet and full armor but the young lad would have none of it. And for weaponry, he carried his staff to a nearby brook
and chose 5 smooth stones which he placed in his shepherd’s bag,
and his sling was in his hand.
He declared to his enemy, “You come to me with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you and take your head from you.” This infuriated Goliath and as he came toward the youthful boy, David reached into his bag and drew out one of those small river rocks.
In spite of the profound results, the process was simple. David took the stone and slung it and struck the Philistine in his forehead so that the stone sank into his forehead, and the giant fell on his face to the earth. One smooth stone….
So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone, and struck the Philistine and killed him. But there was no sword in the hand of David. Therefore David ran and stood over the Philistine, took his sword and drew it out of its sheath and killed him, and cut off his head with it. What a story!
What a victory, for David AND God.
So the next time you see a pile of rocks,
look for the smooth ones and thank God for the small shepherd boy who became a king.