Introducing: The Life and Times of a small horse farm, it's human and animal family,living in the middle of the big woods of Pennsylvania. We're all journeying through life, enjoying the blessings of a great God, he has revealed His great love for us in His Son!

Sunday, January 27, 2008

The Fudge

Well, the fudge wasn't fudge. It became a sort of chocolate taffy, very chewy. The kids think it tastes great so it's "all good." The weekend was designated for barn cleanup since the weather was a bit milder. Barry hauled several loads of sawdust from a local Amish sawmill yesterday. We use this as bedding for our horses' stalls. He got to chat will the Amish man, who was harvesting. "What do you think the Amish harvest in January?" he came home and asked Sara. Puzzled....Barry, with a glint answered, "ice." They were cutting the ice from their pond, for their ice houses-big, insulated refrigerators that will last through until next winter. After returning with sawdust there was a lot of manure to remove. Manure is a family affair for us, which makes it much more enjoyable. It took two days to finish. Only part of today actually. Started today early, a bit of snow to negotiate on the way to church...I'm still a southerner (and we were never that far south anyway!) as far as snow driving goes. I'm not very confident with it, I pray a lot! I was thinking about the hymn, It is Well with my Soul, as I travelled, and God stirred my faith in Him. Another "joy-full" Sunday morning of worship and teaching. Afterward errands, lunch out and then a Sunday nap. Then, back to the manure :) All the beasts now much more comfortable. Last night was "games night"at the farm, it was a whale of a good time!!!! So crazy, we enjoyed real side splitting laughter! Friends are a precious gift that we thank God for. This blog has given wonderful opportunity to remember and think about all of His blessings, and recount them to you. This is the same God, who also gave His son so that anyone who would call on his name would be saved. And it's never too late so long as you're breathing.
G'Night