This has been an exceptionally challenging week.
Yesterday I seemed to hit one speed bump after another in the office. Speed bumps of challenges.
The weather has been awful. Dark. Windy. Gray. Seems to end for a day and returns. My knees hurt from multiple trips to the barn, in snow too deep for our tractor to clear the steep barn drive.
Yesterday, however, I was reminded of who and where I really am in this world.
I am blessed. As I stare out my office window at the beautiful landscape I remind myself that I am sitting in a warm chair, in a warm room, with electricity.
My heart reaches out to those that have nothing.
When I spilled milk this morning for the house baby, as the little tike cried louder and louder, and my body wasn’t functioning all that well yet, I remembered my blessings.
Have a beautiful day, whatever you do! I hope you remember to count your blessings too.
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yes, we always need to count our blessings rather than gripe about the little things we don’t have
Hello, Joanna…my buried in snow friend. Hope you are still enjoying being with your farm kids!
absolutely – it is snowing here and while I don’t LIKE winter weather it isn’t dangerous for us – we don’t have anyplace else to be, I can make it back and forth to chicken coop and goat pens safely and we have wifi as well as all our normal conveniences. Life is good and I pray for those who have equal comfort and don’t realize what a blessing it is!
Safe and sound when we take it slow, LOL. Linda Sue, I want to grumble, but I found myself realizing that we need to remember those that are in much worse shape!
I remember those days when I would spill precious warm milk all over myself in the freezing temps, and then the warm milk would quickly get cold and sticky on me…a wast and a mess and often I would feel like crying at the waste and the mess and the…
As usual though, after griping and muttering to myself I would buck up ( no pun intended ) and remember I was and AM blessed, as you have. Did the little guy get his milk after all?
Hope the weather clears a bit for you soon .
The milk ran down the countertop and cabinet fronts (both inside and out) like a waterfall, down to the floor. Working with milk in my own kitchen has its price at times. I was tired. Tired and trying to do too much at once!
The weather may give us a break this weekend. I think the forecast has been upgraded from a new 5″ of snow to something very light. I can dig it! Ha!
Hope you are enjoying your beautiful new lambs, Kathy.
I’m glad it wasn’t you that was crying over spilt milk!
I can only imagine how hard it gets for you this time of year. And all the snow is not helping matters.
But atleast you are warm and you have a warm place to keep those kids that are screaming to be fed.
Nah, Becky, nothing is ever worth that. A cry now and then washes out the eyes and the brain, but beyond that, nah…too busy.
I hope your class is coming along well!