Firstly, summer is throwing her best heatwave at us right now. We've been in the 90's the past two days and today, we're already at 97 at lunch time on my deck, in the shade!! Hot diggidy!! I went home at noon to bring the horses inside the barn where it's cooler. They have privacy, their own space, shade, a beautiful breezeway, relief from the flies (nasty buggars), and a spot of lunch. This means they're happy campers. And that makes me happy.
The other day Harley ran into our pump house. Poor building will never be the same. Rocked off its' foundation, it was. And poor, poor Harley horse. :( He apparently hit the building with his head, I'm guessing, apparent from the gash above his eye, the abrasion on his eyelid, a myriad of small cuts and scurfs on his neck and down his body, and the worse of it seems to be a rather nasty gash on his left front leg, just above the fetlock joint. He may even have pulled a tendon in the back of his pastern because there's an awful lot of swelling and heat to be just from the cut. *sigh* But thank you Father, it certainly could have been worse...so, I cold-hosed last evening, wrapped his leg in an ice pack afterwards and then put neosporin on his cut and bandaged his leg (again, nasty flies). I also gave him a gram or so of bute because I'm pretty sure he had a headache. That left eye and surrounding area had a fair amount of swelling too.
|Photo of Harley from last November, before his shrinking left eyeball|
I felt inspiration while viewing all the beautiful and colorful canned fruits and vegetables that I saw at the fair. Such beauty from nature. I wanted to rush home and see what I could do. I'm inspired when I visit the ocean. I'm inspired when I gaze upon all the glorious colors everywhere around me in nature. I'm inspired and so thankful that God is a lover of all things beautiful. And that he recognizes that we have that need of beauty as well. And for me, inspiration leads to emotion.
I'm not sure why I'm such an emotional person. Sometimes I laughingly blame it on hormones, and attribute it to my age and where I'm at in my circle of life. But, then I look back over my life and remember....I think I've always been an emotional being. Tears have always come so easily for me. And for so many reasons. Not just in sadness, but in happiness, in joy, in experiencing beauty, the miracle of birth, seeing my horses happily grazing in the pasture, a baby bird's mouth flying open when its' mother approaches with some food. So many things inspire emotion in me.
There have been times that I've cursed at God for making me this way. It's not easy feeling so much. I've been angry and blamed God for so many things that have caused me pain, for so many of the injustices that I see in this world. I wonder why He lets them happen and rage at His allowing them to happen. I want justice in the world. I want the wrongs righted. I want people punished for the evil and the suffering that they cause. And then I'm thankful that I know of only a tiny slice of the pain and suffering that He alone sees, and I realize how much pain and suffering that this world causes for Him. How does He do it? Have you ever wondered?
In His time. Not mine. His will. Not mine.
I've never been much on patience either. *sigh*
So, another day in the life...
this beautiful journey.
Growing, evolving, refining. It's an awesome thing, isn't it?
There. I feel better.
When in doubt, say a little prayer for me :)