Timing. It matters.
As many of you know, I have had these dreams of a rescue ranch for many years. I built my non-profit business, and learned some hard lessons. When I walked away from the non-profit, I kept my business name and logo. The rest of the non-profit status, they chose to keep, but since they had a different vision than I, and wanted to take it in a different direction, that was not a big deal to anyone.
I have continued along my path, confident that if I trust in God, the timing will happen when it is right. I have longed and ached for the moment that I would get a sign that it was time to start. I have had patient weeks, and less patient weeks. I have had whims that I followed through on, and some that I didn’t. I still believe that I am meant to continue to write and educate about minerals and nutrition, but clearly that got sidelined for a hot minute or three.
Lately, my life has been astounding. I know that my attitude has a lot to do with that, but I am able to maintain my attitude, because I finally found the freedom in submission. It is absolutely amazing how smoothly things flow when you finally submit to the idea that all is as it is meant to be, everything will happen when it is meant to, and that I don’t have to fight so hard. I can submit to just enjoying the journey, and things seem to be going better than ever.
I grew up without a ton of “extra”. We all have our hard times, but for the longest time, due to my circumstances and an unhealthy perspective, I really thought I had been born into this life simply to be punished for something that I must have done in a previous life. There was no other explanation I could think of for all the “awful” things that seemed to happen to me. Until that glorious day when I was shown why all of those things happened, who they were preparing me to be, and that rather than cursing me, they were gifting me some of the most important tools and education that I would need for my purpose. That was a game changer. Since that day I have dreamt grand dreams for myself. And, since it was shown to me, I believed that despite my shortcomings, and the fact that it seemed so much bigger than me, it would all come true.
And I started trying. Fighting with everything I had to force this vision into reality.
But it wasn’t the right time.
I waited, I worked on anything I could think of. I still do. Anything that will get me one step closer, is a great way to spend my time.
Little things happen here and there to show me that it is worth waiting on. That I am on the right path despite feeling like I am making no progress.
And things go wrong. I have learned that patience really does pay off in this respect.
Remember, this is coming from a woman who once thought that her purpose was to suffer through this lifetime in punishment.
So imagine my overwhelm when I step back and look today. I have the most supportive and loving husband that I ever could have hoped for. I have all of my basic needs met, and then some. For the first time in my life, I have “things” that I never pictured having. I have a beautiful sewing\embroidery machine. I have a lovely camera with which I can take glorious Eagle shots. We live on the most fabulous acreage with absolutely artistic views all around us. When I take a moment to step back and look at my life today, I am overwhelmed and astounded at how much better it is than I ever imagined it would be, and I still have so much left! If it is already better than I ever imagined it could be, my goodness, can you imagine how great it can get???
The point of all this. Well, it is twofold. Not only do I want to encourage you to keep your head up and keep plugging through the most hopeless and desperate of times, but I also want to talk about what I have been up to. The blessings that just keep unfolding. I have been sewing like crazy. Lots of children’s clothing and some practice items for the products I plan to list in my shop. I recently started a huge scrunchy project for a friends daughter. Loving my new machine, though it is slightly “above my pay grade” and I definitely have some things to learn.
As usual, and speaking of things “above my pay grade”, I still love taking photos of Raptors, but my camera kinda crapped out on me. My sweet husband surprised me with a very nice camera for Christmas. Now I just have to learn how to use it effectively. It has been gray and cloudy here literally every day since I got it, which can prove quite frustrating at times, but for the most part, I roll with it pretty well. Blue skies will be back eventually, and in the meantime I can practice low light settings.
I started a group on Facebook for people with food sensitivities. I was spending so much time talking through the beginning stages of accepting a food intolerance, that I decided to stick them all in one place. So far, so good.
We added a kitten to our family. After having lost two pets since march, I just couldn’t handle it. I needed a kitten. Enter Simon Oliver. I have never met a cat with so much personality and curiosity. He has made himself a niche here, among my geriatric pets. His energy gets to be a bit much for them sometimes, but for the most part, he has won them all over. I absolutely love watching him and my small pup play. He just fits in perfectly with us. Also. He plays fetch. I have never met a cat that plays fetch. When I make my fire in the mornings, I wad up a ball of paper and toss it for him. His favorite game. Ever since he watched me play fetch with the dog, he brings the paper ball back! Too cute, and too smart!
And the big news.
Strays have been coming around alot lately. And the big news in strays is goats. These two sweet babies showed up in our pasture almost a week ago. Hubby found them when he got home from work. They came right up to him, and right up onto my porch with him. We stuck them in our barn and started the search for their family. We live in a pretty tiny community. I notified all of the local establishments. I notified the local animal shelter and animal control. I made calls. I posted on Facebook. I spent hours knocking on doors, to the extent that the next day when I continued knocking, people already knew about the goats and I was getting a lot of “Oh You have the goats…”
I even called local breeders.
No one knows who these goats belong to. It is absolutely bizarre. And so, we have accepted a few things about the goats.
The goats are staying with us if there is ANY way we can manage it.
The goats are a sign that it is time to take the next step.
Hopefully, someone will show up and claim them, but it is starting to look more and more like someone dumped them for whatever reason.
And so, if no one shows up to claim these goats, the livestock rescue has begun!
I have gotten so many signs this last few months that it is time to take the next step. I have prayed and prayed on it, and not knowing what that step is, or how to make that step. And then goats showed up, and made it seem obvious, logical, and not as hard as I was making it.
And so now, I start learning how to care for dwarf goats.
And it is exciting.
We are calling them “Lickety” and “Split” because I made a joke, and it stuck.
Every day, I dream about my rescue ranch. I dream about the lovely foods I will feed to my guests, as I teach them what a blessing a nutritional diet is. I dream about the beautiful cabins they will sleep in, and the refreshing scenery they will wake up to. I dream about the hurting humans and the broken animals helping each other to heal. I long for the day that I see it all come to fruition. I patiently wait until I am called to make the next move.
I can’t believe it is goats! I am deeply excited to see what this chapter brings. Good things are happening folks. Good things!
So much love and light to you all! Until next time, I hope that the blessings rain down on you too!