Friday, June 28, 2013

Deerwood Ranch

This week I had the privilege to visit and tour the Deerwood Ranch Wild Horse Eco Sanctuary.

What a privilege it was, too.

In Aug 2012, Deerwood became the only BLM supported private land Wild Horse Eco Sanctuary in the United States.

What a wonderful legacy for our beautiful state of Wyoming.

The entire experience was amazing.

We took a hayride out to the land in which the horses roam.  A ranch of over 4,000 acres of land with live running water sources and plenty of trees and willows to allow refuge for the horses during the harsh Wyoming winter months.

The land itself was breathtaking.






Then we saw them.  Off in the distance, approximately 300 wild horses clustered together.







As the tractor halted, leaving the member's of the Centennial Women's Social Club perched atop the flat bed turned hay ride, looking out across the grassy land, they saw us.






Soon, bustling activity as the horses made their way toward the vehicle.







Circling around, they trotted, snorted, neighed at us.  Curious by nature and somewhat familiar with the flatbed from having hay brought to them when the snow was too deep to forage for grass adequately, they came to 'check us out'.













What wonderful photo opportunities.











Every color and type of horse imaginable were in the mix.  Even a 'curley', which is more or less a 'hypo-allergenic' horse.  A non-allergic-reaction-causing horse.




What a blessing for these horses - all Wyoming born.















The ranch provides adequate food and space for these horses that could otherwise starve due to the lack of grazing area available in our state compared to the growing number of wild horses.






















Some even got brave enough to take hay off the truck.




 What beauty...
and charm.....
 and fun....



 and elegance.
Frolicking.....
Trotting.....
Running!

What beauty!  What grace!  What an amazing site!

If you ever find yourself in Wyoming - mosey on over to the Deerwood Ranch Wild Horse Eco Sanctuary.  You'll be glad you did.

Kisses on Hands

Whenever I leave the house, the girls insist on hugs and kisses.

I LOVE that.

I enjoy giving them hugs and kisses.

A long time ago, when Jacob was little, a friend introduced me to the book The Kissing Hand.  A fabulous little story of how a mama raccoon kisses her baby raccoon's hands to allow him to take his mama's kiss with him wherever he goes.  Enabling him to feel his mama's love whenever he gets scared or nervous.

We began such a ritual with our kids way back then.

It continues today.

However, our little girls take it to the E-X-T-R-E-M-E!

As soon as they hear the news 'mommy's leaving' - no matter where I might be going: out to the garage, to take the dog on a walk, into Centennial to grab the mail, or into Laramie for errands - the 'fun' begins.

"Hugs and kisses?"  They all yell.  Clamoring their way to my person to get their longed for squeezes and smootches.

I hug them all, they walk away, only to return with a flourish moments later - as I move from one location to another - to get "kisses on hand?"

With hands thrust in my face, I take turns kissing 3 little sets of hands.  That's 6 little hands, 30 tiny fingers waving in, around my face and head.

Before I can get out the door there's usually another round of 'kisses and hugs' to be had.

As I get in the car or walk down the driveway, I can see their precious little faces plastered against the windows or sliding glass doors, watching me drive or walk away; blowing me kisses from a far.

Kisses and obvious displeasure regarding my departure.
I smile as I feel their love and because I know - in mere moments - they'll be happily playing, running, tosseling about not thinking about the fact mommy is gone.

Until..... next time.  Then.... we'll. do. it. all. over. again.  Happily!

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Messy Memories

Since we had such a cram-full, fun-filled week with the littles last week AND because sickness enshrouded our home, I decided the girls could use some 'lower key' messy memory making activities this week.

To Pinterest I went.  I've 'pinned' many-a-ideas for just such an occasion as this.

I wanted it to be something fun, yet something semi independent they could do while I cooked, folded laundry.  Something that would hold their attention while I tended to other tasks and yet be F-U-N!

First up -- Fluffy Stuff.  Super easy to make - just corn starch and shaving cream.

Fluff Stuff






Squishing.
Squashing.



When mixed together it makes a moldable.... well..... FLUFF!




Such fun.





The girls squished, molded, splatted, and played with this wonderful soft textured concoction.





Molding, making.




All, but Selah. Her response - "oooo, I don't want to get yucky."




Painting.







Dancing?

Her tune changed as the 'fluff' turned to a powdery mixture and they discovered they could 'paint' themselves white and become 'white fairies'.









Covered in fluff.


I'm a white fairy - she stated.











All grins w/painted 'fluff' on her face.






This 'fluff' became great fun for not just one, but two days.
Those skirts aren't even a problem when painting
your sister's legs.  LOL!















Next, as we continued to pass this wonderful bug around our house, I made flubber.



Just as easy to make.  Glue, water, and borax.  Mix together and VOILA!  F-L-U-B-B-E-R!

Granddad would be proud of our 'Science experiment' made toy.

Smish.




The girls squashed it, slipped it through their fingers, flattened it in their hands, then added their 'my little ponies' to the mix.

Smash.









Fun ensued.

Mish
Mash.

Lots of fun.


Squishy,
squashy,
mishy,
moshy fun!

Splunk.






Wonder what tomorrow's craft, activity will entail?
Splat.










Do you have a favorite 'messy memory making' recipe we could try?  I'd love to hear it and try it out with our girls.



Happy Memories.

 If it results in smiles and happy - 'messy' - memories like this..... I'm game.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

How I Became the "Modesty Queen"

For those who may have known me as a teenager and young adult, you may have just choked on your coffee reading the title to this blog post.

To say I was less than modest in my younger years is an understatement.

I was definitely of the 'if you got it flaunt it' school of thought.  As well as 'it's HIS problem' if a guy can't keep his eyes to himself.

I wore mini skirts - I mean miniscule skirts; midriff shirts; off the shoulder shirts; strapless dresses; tight and low cut shirts/dresses; cut off short shorts; slits up to my rear; and skin -did-you-pour-yourself-into-those- tight jeans.

I. was. not. modest!

As I aged, my dress did become slightly more modest. Wisdom set in.  I learned that 'sexy' wasn't the ONLY way to attract a guy.  I also gained a bit more respect for myself along the way.

Modesty has been a huge process for me.  Not an overnight change.

After meeting Techno-genius, becoming a Christian, getting married and having children, God grabbed a hold of my heart.

He changed me.  My thoughts.  My attitude toward dress and modesty.

At first modesty to me simply meant 'covered'.  So, I ceased wearing low cut shirts. Tried to make sure all my skirts/shorts were around knee length - maybe a little above, but NOT mini-skirts that showed most of my thighs.  I still wore 'fitted' clothing, but not so much the 'skin tight' pants.

Time marched on.  We had even more children.  My eldest little girl was getting older.  She wanted a 'girls' club' in which she could be part.

God put it on my heart to start Girls Gone Wise.

Through this ministry, God worked in my life to do a 180 in my thought process of modesty.

In researching the topic of modesty to teach to this group of about 8 young ladies, I was moved in obedience to God to change my own wardrobe.  My own shopping habits.  My own attitudes and standards.

Through this study, 2 major points loomed out at me.  First, God calls Christian, Godly women to be modest and feminine: (1 Timothy 2:9  In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array;) Second, men and women's dress are to be different, distinct.  (Deuteronomy 22:5  The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do are  an abomination unto the LORD they God.)

Studying what this meant, my heart was turned to realize - for me - wearing skirts/dresses fit all those requirements.

I feel more feminine when I wear skirts.  Pants - although modest and acceptable in our society - are very 'sexy and provocative' if worn tight enough to be feminine yet very masculine if worn lose enough to be modest.

Seemed like a catch twenty two to me.

So, my - our - journey into modesty really began.

Slowly I bought more skirts for myself and our girls. I altered jeans into jean skirts.  We began to wear skirts for most activities.  Eventually that grew to ALL activities.

A cincher for me was when, one morning, I changed our more 'tomboy-like' Charity out of her pants pajamas into a play dress.  Nothing fancy, just a simple jumper.  As soon as the dress was over her head and on her little body she 'curtsied' - in her own cute way - and proclaimed with an endearing feminine manner, "I'm a princess!"

Her entire demeanor changed.  She still bounced, but in a more 'feminine/princess' like manner.  Darling!

Another deciding factor was my own attitude toward Techno-genius.  I was more respectful, more submissive.  Just as Scripture calls me to be.  Amazing!  

Initially I thought it would be impossible for us to wear skirts ALL the time. What about sports; yard work; housework; etc?

Oh me of little faith.  It was no more difficult to do most of those activities in skirts as it was pants.  We wear leggings under all our dresses/skirts to maintain modesty and we can do anything in a skirt that other girls do in shorts or pants.  After all, at one time women did E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G in skirts.  Why couldn't we?

In hindsight I can see the harm I may have caused for unsuspecting young men who couldn't keep their 'eyes to themselves'.  Not saying they didn't have their own responsibility, but I had some too and I blew it.

As a mom of both boys and girls - I don't want boys/young men gauking at my daughters the way I know young men looked at me.  

Just as importantly, I don't want our daughters to be stumbling blocks for young men trying to guard their heart, mind, and eyes.

In addition, I want our boys to have a chance at keeping their minds and eyes pure as they walk through this life. Having their sisters and mom model modesty will aid in that event.  Give them an example, a model to search for in a future wife.

We've taught our boys to 'avert their eyes', but that task is harder than one might think.  

Walking through the aisles of any department store results in our boys staring at the ground with their hands making a 'visor' to protect their eyes.  Advertisements and pictures are EVERYWHERE of scantily clad, sexy women in nothing more than their underwear.

Wow - I never paid much attention to those before.  But now.  With young boys/men.  I notice it A LOT!

How unfair it is we put our boys and men in this predicament.  Causing them to struggle with temptation.

It's my hope, that through teaching our girls to dress modestly; to act modestly, that we can make an impact for other young men going through the same struggles as our boys.

Cover up, young laidies. Avert your eyes, young men.

Help keep one another pure - your eyes, your minds, your hearts, and your bodies.







Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Time w/ Elijah

Driving too and from town to get stitches out of his leg, Elijah and I had an opportunity to just 'talk'.

Share life. Tell stories. Ask questions.

He's an amazing kid.

Wise beyond his years in many ways.

He's grown so much spiritually in the last couple of years.  Amazing to see.

I still recall the little boy who came to us, crying, wanting to know how to be saved.  How to have Jesus alive in his heart.  What a day that was. A true blessing.

As we drove today, he had such deep insightful things to share.

His manner so respectful.  So compassionate.

Questions and observations of how to share the love of Jesus while still holding strong to convictions placed upon one's heart through Scripture - God's Word.

All from a sweet, unassuming 11 year old boy.

Wow!

Our discussions also covered joys, fears, desires, lessons learned.

It was a fabulous 60 minutes of time.

Being fully aware of how fast time flies - I cherished every second of that time.  Relished every word he shared.  Enjoyed each smile, every little twinkle in his eyes.

I thanked God for the life of this precious little boy turning young man.  Felt the gratitude of being assigned the role of 'mom' for his time here on earth.

What a blessing.


Monday, June 24, 2013

Friendships

If I'm honest with myself, building friendships is not all that easy for me.  Never has been.

I'm a bit awkward; opinionated; stubborn; outspoken; less than compassionate at times; not a great conversationalist; less than a great listener; shy at first; not shy enough once you know me; not sure what to say; say the wrong things out of nervousness; and slightly paranoid.

Not exactly the formula for 'great friend material'.

Recently, our pastor spoke briefly on Christianity and how when we first begin our walk with Jesus and attending church we view it as 'what can I get out of it?  What's in it for me?'  Somewhat self centered, but also a necessary step in our journey.  One we need to 'move past' as we grow.

As he was talking, I realized I sometimes view friendships in that manner.  Not purposefully, not trying to be selfish, but there it was.

I was trying to make friendships about me.  Not always 'what's in it for me? What can I get out of it?', but more, 'What am I doing wrong?  Why don't people like me?  What do I have to change?'

Notice anything about all those statements?  Yep, me too.... the word 'I'!  Guess I'm more selfish than I'd like to admit.

Not saying taking a look at those aspects in myself was a bad thing. It wasn't.  It's not.  I do need to change.  I could be a better listener.  I should work on holding my tongue.  Compassion must exude from my being -- more than it does.

Maybe -- just maybe -- however, if I focused on giving, loving, responding to others; not worrying about 'what should I say next?', 'what do they think of me?', but rather 'how can I serve and love them?' What can I BRING to this friendship to help and aid the other person; building friendships would come a bit easier.

I've enjoyed some close friendships in the past.

I continue to have the greatest friendship of my life with Techno-genius -- my BEST friend.

Yet, I pray I can nurture more friendships in a meaningful way.  Without all the baggage of 'what if's' I tend to bring to the party.

Having just moved thousand's of miles from the town I've lived in for close to 20 years, making new friends was on my mind.

How do you form new friendships?