My Riding Journal

      Even though we have been having a lot of winter weather, we have gotten a lot of riding in. However, I haven't been keeping up with the riding journal. Have been riding at Tally Ho EC under the instruction of Amara Packwood. The first lesson was an impulsion lesson on a almost 17 hand slow to go beginning lesson horse. Trained to stop when his rider is off balance, I spent the whole lesson trying to get a 'go.' Guess I had some balance issues to work out. I did learn how to offer impulsion cues with my legs while posting. Additionally, learned which muscles I use posting that apparently I don't use for anything else.
     After that ordeal, I starting riding Sugar. Sugar also is happy to stop on the dime if you are off balance but very senstitive to cues. Unfortunately I do a lot of cueing that I am unaware of. After three weeks of riding Sugar, I have learned to maintain a better seat, keep my shoulders balanced, use my inside leg to keep her on the rail, avoid crossing my reins over the whithers, and to maintain a soft contact. In addition to the continuous implusion cues with my legs. Needless to say my thighs and calfs love me!
     This week I continued my work with canter departs from the posting trot. Did not realize that I need to stop posting, sit, and then ask for the canter depart. The trick is to sit with impulsion...LOL! In other words, sit while asking for forward impulsion so that the horse doesn't stop trotting. Then ask with a half halt (which I call a rein jiggle) to prepare the horse to listen for the next cue and then ask for the canter. The ask for canter is outside leg slight behind the girth and inside leg on the girth and check your hands to make sure they are soft then squeeze and let your hands go slightly forward making sure you don't brace against the reins. With Sugar I also have to encourage forward impulsion with a crop. Just a tap on the shoulder immediately after I squeeze usually does the trick. I then transition back to the trot and try to keep the impulsion. Working to keep or regain my balance and actually keep him from cutting the corners with my legs.
     My lessons to Opie transition was not as encouraging as I had hoped. Possibly because Opie just came out of the paddock after a long rest and wasn't listening very well at all. I expected to start up where we had left off-- a very positive note on our last ride in January. That didn't happen. It was obvious Opie wanted to be back at the hay bale just slightly barn sour. He even took off on me once when someone opened the arena gate. Our ride back to the barn wasn't much more impressive as he took off and cantered down the hill to the driveway and almost hit my car.
     I was much more encouraged after this week's lesson though. I felt I had a great sense of balance, I was able to stay balanced during the posting trot and keep Sugar on the rail with leg cues. The trot to canter transitions went well and I really didn't feel like I was going to come off during the down transtions even if he took a tight corner unexpectedly. I must say I was pleased and as an added bonus... I could still walk the next day. 

December 19, 2010

My Riding Journal- December 19, 2010

     Such a great day today. Almost 50 degrees in the middle of December and mostly cloudy turned into very sunny and beautiful. Opie was excited to come out and play. A little fuzzy and I had to add a few holes to his girth...LOL. We both were overdressed for the weather... He in his fuzzies and me in my silkies and a sweatshirt. Didn't take long for both of us to work up a sweat.
     Things went as planned with the exception of the neighbor's target shooting but I was successful in keeping Opie busy and paying attention to my requests. A little reassuring him that we were doing well and he relaxed.
     First thing on the agenda was to work through the warm-up pattern we're designing for riding school. Worked well for one horse--- we will see how well it will work with six horses in the pattern. Enter on the large track- come in at C and track left to your assigned letter. I used M. Turn right at  your letter and halt on the centerline. Opie was a little distracted at the centerline and kept looking back over his shoulder--but otherwise straight. I think he was more worried about the cackling birds in the trees behind us and the gunshot sounds. After a 4 second halt at centerline, the horses ride on at the previous gait and track left and come all the way around to their letter again. Making a left at their letter and halting at the centerline completes the first warm-up segment. The instructor at this point can request the ride to walk-on or trot-on to the track and track right, repeating the pattern as many times as necessary to warm-up properly while correcting as necessary to get everyone in the proper balanced seat and to help with the transition to halt at the centerline practicing straightness. Today I practice the pattern several times with a mix of walk-trot and practicing the halt on the centerline.
     Then we moved on to the exercise I wanted to practice from The Right Track. "Learning the feeling of the half-halt." Opie was little confused during the exercise and it would have been helpful to have some eyes on the ground to help out. The exercise commenced with posting the trot on the track and asking for a walk for 5 steps at A, E, C and B and then returning to the posting trot. The plan was to continue reducing the steps from 5 to 4 to 3 to 2 to 1 until I could just ask for the walk, act like I changed my mind, and then ask for the trot. Well, we did get to the point where I could actually count 5 steps but Opie was a little frustrated and seemed confused at what I wanted from him. A couple times I think we actually were doing piaffes!! That was kind of cool but we sure didn't plan to.
  I practiced the first 3/4's of the Intro C pattern at the walk and rising trot. Could not remember the end and did not have a reader. Also practiced the canter depart on both leads. The left lead went very well and we practiced some 20 meter circles at the canter. However, had trouble getting the canter depart on the right lead. So we did a few serpentines at the rising trot and called it a day.
   It was a very pleasant ride. NOTE TO SELF: no more graining inside the paddock with four horses. So I'll plan to stop by the farm store and pick up a few more hanging buckets for the paddock. Just to keep things a little safer for my fragile human bones. Berry fights for his bucket or two with a powerful hind kick and that is just too close for comfort.
   Jazz was putting a lot more weight on her left foot. I think the bute is also giving her a little more empowerment to fight for top dog. However when all is said and done-- she is a pretty solid third.
   Anyway, it was awesome to have this window of opportunity for a spring weather ride in the middle of December. Another Great Winter Ride!!
   GOALS for NEXT RIDE:

1. Hopefuly will get a chance to ride the warm up with more than one horse so that we can get a feel for how that works.
2. Need to memorize the rest of the Intro tests so that I can practice without a reader.
3. The trot to walk and halt transitions are coming a long great. Still need some work on posting with balance and correct seat. I can see why some dressage arenas have the big mirrors. Definitely would have been of value today to ride by and check my seat.
4. Get with my riding school partner to practice some of the schooling exercises together so we can present them to the classes in the spring.

   Thank you Connor for coming and being my safety spotter while I rode. I think Opie felt safer with you on post, too!

My Riding Journal- November 28, 2010

     With temperatures dipping to below 30 degrees last week, it was a pleasant surprise to have a sunny 60 degree day after church to ride in. The wind was a little vicious in the corral tacking up but amazingly enough not so bad on the top tier riding in the arena. Had plan to take a try at Training Level with Opie. Training Level introduces the canter into the test and hey, we had a great canter depart and a canter on a 20 m circle last time.
     Warm up went swell, lots of posting and working on the downward transtions to the med. walk. Still need work. Did a little canter work, great departs but not so much going straight in a direction I chose. It was a little difficult to work with all the riders in the arena that the nice break in winter weather brought out to the ranch today. Although other than one near head on collision and one fall, all went well and everyone had a great time. Some may be sore tomorrow but if they are, they need to ride more often.
     Due to the inability to get direction at the canter and the crowded arena, I decided to opt out of starting training level today. Did some modifiied work on the introductory tests. The final Introductory A went well with an exception of riding down the rail from M-F. For some reason, Opie wanted to keep his head turned into the center of the arena when and to trail off the rail toward the center. At the canter that was exaggerated and we did a sort of sideways canter down the diagonal.
     All in all it was a great ride. I don't know if I had any great insights this ride but I did get some work done. Worked on keeping my legs under me and not over-exaggerating my post. I worked on the downward transitions, picking up the pace at the trot, and slowing down the canter without losing it.
     Next ride I need to work on the downward transition to the walk, staying at the pace of the working trot, the canter take off on the right lead and staying straight.
      I was so happy being able to get this ride in; not just cause it's winter but also because we have a long to do list that needed our attention. But at the end of this day I feel blessed to have squeezed so much in. Cleaned the house before church; enjoyed a great worship and teaching, picked up the hay rings, took the youngest to a play date, packed my boarding bag, visited my daughter, put out hay bales, had a post-turkey dinner, and spent a few hours in the saddle! What a sweet, sweet, sweet day at the ranch.

My Riding Journal- November 8, 2010

     Dodging rain and mud and a new chill in the air, I managed to work in a wonderful ride. Practice on the intro A tests went well and though I did not get Opie down to a med walk on command, I did eventually get him to walk from C-M where we picked up the working trot on command. Med walk went fairly well but asking for a free-walk on the diagonal always resulted in anticipation of a trot. After riding the test several times, I practiced the canter depart using the transition outlined in the Schooling Text:

•   jingle the inside lead to gain balance and attention,
•   ask for the canter depart with center pressure on the inside girth.

     The first attempts failed as I do what I always do, as the horse departs I pull back on the reins and restrict the take off. FAIL. I did realize this right off and was able to correct my balance on takeoff. Determine a start point of C for a successful depart, jingle inside lead to set up, pressure on inside girth to ask for inside lead, as Opie lept forward I followed that motion with both wrists forward and let him take that step out into the canter. He lept into a well-balanced canter and I was able to maintain it with control asking for a circle at A. Although our circle was a little larger than  20m as planned, it was just icing on the cake of a great canter depart. I was able to repeat the canter depart on cue and the correct lead on command.
            Was also able to get a recording of part of our ride. The video gave me some insight into my ride especially the fact that I was riding with my legs too far forward. I plan to shorten my stirrups slightly and concentrate on a more forward seat. Also want to try a little less height on posting and more practice on what lead and change reins while posting.

My Riding Journal

Changes

    Jazz's injury changed my whole mindset on riding. I guess it just gave me a lot of time to think about what I really wanted to do and what I would do without her! I was already planning to take her down the Dressage journey but I have to say my mind really opened up to it when I realized I probably wouldn't be riding her. When God closes one door, he opens another and I have been blessed to spend some time riding with my neice. She has graciously offered to let me ride her horse and not that others have not offered their equines for me, she actually has this horsey caught, tacked up, and knocks on my door and invites me out to ride with her. What a blessing this has been!

   We have been discovering the joys of Dressage: a classical development and training of the horse and rider. I have found Opie to be very responsive and willing and at the same time able to point out  the mistakes that I make on every horse I ride. He responds to both my direct and indirect requests and as such teaches me the cues I give when I don't mean to. The patterns help me ride with purpose and encourage me not to give up on a gait when I get tired and often just let the horse stop.

  Yesterday, we rode warm-ups and apparently he realized I was tired and just stopped and I would say, "fine, go ahead and stop." When we started doing patterns I knew exactly when we wanted to stop, so I pushed myself to keep going, as well as, asked Opie to keep going. Another benefit of using exact patterns for training is you know exactly what you are suppose to be doing and for how long. So you also know when you aren't doing it.

    The first day Opie kept surprising me. We'd be on a circle at the working trot and all the sudden we were walking. So I asked him back up into the trot and he responded fine. The problem was our working trot circle was a trot-walk circle. The next time we worked on that pattern I began to sense when Opie thought about stopping, I asked him back up into the trot. I thought, "I felt that-- you thought about walking didn't you?-- keep on trotting." What a major breakthrough! We actually made some pretty nice working trot circles. I actually felt the horse--- it was like "Ha...I can read your mind." What a boost in our partnership!

     Well, when I am not riding. I am studying the patterns and movements in classical dressage training in anticipation of putting my new found knowledges to the test. This is pretty exciting stuff!!

   

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Riders For Christ's purpose is to follow the one called "Faithful and True."
as inspired by Rev 19:11 "I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True." and Rev 19:14 "The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean." Because Christ purifies us, it is our desire to be called to follow our leader riding white horses,dressed in fine linen. Where fine linen is defined in Rev 19:8 as the righteous acts of the saints; we want to be riders that are dressed in fine linens; Riders For Christ, ready to ride when Christ returns.

You can't do what you're not doing: According to Connor

"I don't know why you keep asking me to do things I am not doing. If I start doing things I am not doing I would not be able to do anything because I'd be doing things I am not doing."

Tips for Portion Control

1. If you eat in front of the TV or on the go, only take with you the portion you intend to eat. Put one serving of chips on a plate, don't take the whole bag with you to your chair.

2. If you enjoy going back for seconds, only take a 1/2 portion on the first serving. Then enjoy going back for seconds, taking only another 1/2 portion.

3. When eating for one, make and put your servings on your plate then put the food and ingredients away before you sit down to eat.

4. Read the labels. A good snack serving is 100-140 calories. Take less of your snack if necessary. Begin replacing higher calorie snacks that only let you get a taste of them with lower calorie snacks that allow you to enjoy more.

5. Begin replacing less nutritious snacks with those that pack more nutrition in them per calorie. Alternate your favorite less desireable snacks with more nutritious alternatives and make a note about how you feel afterwards. A few bites of chocolate cake for 10 baby carrots. Which one makes you feel more energized?

Truth

It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, truth is truth. The truth doesn't change because you don't believe it. Obviously many people have different beliefs than you or I, to varying degrees. We all have a set of beliefs based upon our experience, our family traditions, our studies, our own sense of logic and intuition, or the people we believe to hold the wisdom to explain the truth to us. Sometimes what we believe is evident but sometimes our beliefs are hidden even from our conscious decision to believe them. I say that because sometimes you say you believe one thing but totally act like you believe another. This can be true for Christians as well. You may intellectually believe the tenets of your Christian Faith but then act in ways contrary to that belief. Maybe you know what you believe but have no idea why you chose to believe it. You based your life on a set of beliefs and when challenged you have nothing to offer sufficient to back up your claims.
God offered a lot of evidence in the new testament to attest to the fact that God was behind all of the miracles recorded there. In the old testament God encouraged the use of reason and logic and offered signs to give evidence to lead people to faith in him. A faith he commanded to be evident by their changed lives.
Does your life evidence the faith claims you espouse? Do you know what you believe and why you believe it? Can you stand and make a defense for you faith?
If you believe the bible is true, is the inspired word of God for instructing your life, and contains your Hope for an eternal life, then are you prepared to defend it as the true, inspired word of God? 1 Peter 3:15 (RSV) says, "Always be prepared to make defense to anyone who calls you to account for the hope that is in you."

JOY UNFOLDING

"You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.

You have taken away my clothes of mourning and

clothed me with joy,

that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever." Psalm 30:11-12

The greatest Joy I have had as a beleiver is watching God's joy unfolding. Even when it seems He is far away and nothing is happening like I wish it would, I know that He is working out the best for me. Through trials and even suffering, I know that God will never leave me. When I cry out in despair and when I sing praises of Joy, God is there. When I feel forgotten and alone, I know that God is there.

When I look back I see his presence. When I look around I feel him near. When I look ahead I hear him calling. I unfold the wings He gave me and I wait upon my Lord. I feel his breath touch my spirit and soon I know His power is coming and I will soar upon His wind.

USA - Forever His

"Son of man, you live among rebels who have eyes but refuse to see. They have ears but refuse to hear. For they are a rebellious people. ... Pretend you are being sent into exile for they will be driven into exile as captives. ... The time has come.
Evil prophets deceive my people by saying "ALL IS PEACEFUL" when there is NO PEACE at all. It's as if the people have built a filmsey wall and these people are trying to reinforce it with whitewash.
You have discouraged the righteous with your lies, but I did not want them to be sad.
You have encouraged the wicked by promising them life, even though they continue in their sins.
False prophets and those who seek their guideance will be punished for their sins.
But you will be my people and I will be your God.
You have taken your vows lightly by breaking your covenant,
Yet, I will remember the convenant with you when you were young and I will establish an everlasting convenant with you." Ezkiel 12:1-16:60

I found this post 2008 Elections bible reading suggestive of the signs of the times. The excerpts above just struck me as significant to the Christians in this country today-- living among those who refuse to see or listen, who mislead others, who are discouraged by the direction the country is taking, and Yet put their trust in God for all their hope and strength. Their peace comes from Christ not the promises of men or governments. I believe this country was built upon a convenant with God and though we might not be able to keep it -- with God all things are possible. Sometimes it may seem that the country has drifted very far from the faith of our founding fathers, I think last Tuesday night God showed us enough to encourage us that He has not forgotten the convenant he made with them when this country was young and He has not forgotten us. He is still our God and we are still His people.

Quiet Voice Heard Loudly

When you hear the quiet, still voice of the Holy Spirit screaming in your ear, the peace of God envelops you. Game on.

The moment you hear from God it seems Satan attacks. He wants to steal that peace, veer you off the course God laid out for you, and seperate you from the Joy God has given you.

At the beginning of the week, I was struggling with the fact that a friend of mine's daughter was going to college, something I had always wanted my children to do. But the dream had waned as I struggled just to get my kids through High School. The older kids went off and made other choices and so did I. I bought the ranch. Now I was no longer in a position to fully fund their college.

With rising fuel expenses and numerous repair bills piling up at the ranch, I was feeling great heartache over not being able to pay for my son's tech school. He is a gifted mechanic and impressive welder. Tuesday morning my soul was overwhelmed with grief about not being able to pay for his school and then compounded by the "what ifs" if my other children would have decided to go to college, and a little self-indulgence about how much traveling and financial freedom I would have without the ranch. Before I got into too much turmoil over it, I stopped to pray about it. So glad I did!

In the quiet, still voice the Holy Spirit started unfolding God's answer to my prayer. The first thing I found was a career webpage about welding and a mechanic's career path and how very few of them go to college. The path of choice is an apprentice program where they learn on the job. When I got home, my son told me about a program he had found for a certificate at a lube shop he was interested in. He is also checking into other programs offered at body shops that would allow him to use the welding skills he learned in High School. Okay-- Thank you, Lord, for that reassurance.

Soon I had an opportunity to be reminded about the acheivements my other children were making. Amanda was explaining to a friend about her career path in Law Enforcement and how excited she was about it. She doesn't know this but I had turn away and wipe away the tears because I knew over hearing that was God saying-- hey I promised to take care of your kids. Lennon is enjoying traveling and touring the world (I do mean the world: Hawaii, Japan, Pennsylvania, Germany, and the not so popular one, Iraq). He is enjoying his travels and his job will open up many opportunities for him if he chooses to get out of the service.
So having been reassured that my kids were doing fine without a college fund, God in his quiet, still voice continued to yell at me. We had an excellent week at the ranch. Shafina's owners have been out working with her and training her to show this fall at the American Royal. Carol's been practicing her Parelli levels and I actually posted on Jazz (this means a lot of things happened I won't go into detail at this point). We have had several open ranch days at the ranch this month and it has been such a blessing to see everyone coming out and enjoying the horses and the retreat. The ranch has blessed so many people this spring; fishing, camping, and horsing around.

On Monday Night I let Satan take a stab at my soul, but . . .

On Tuesday, On Wednesday,

On Thursday, On Friday,








On Saturday, and On Sunday









. . . God continued to show me glimpses of his plans for the ranch and blessings that he will pour out on those who are drawn here. I am so grateful to be a part of it and for everyone who has and are making this dream come true. Sunday, as we cooled off in the shade from an afternoon of fun in the sun, we had an opportunity to talk about more spiritual things. We shared stories of when God spoke clearly to us and witnessed how quickly Satan tries to take those moments from us. When God speaks to you write it on your heart, remind yourself of it often, share it with others boldly, do not let Satan take from you the Holy Spirit's Quiet, Still Voice You Once Heard Loudly - - - think on those great moments often.


"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.(Philipians 4:4-9)"

Circle the Wagons

Time to circle the wagons. In pioneer days, the wagon trains would circle their wagons to form a defensive boundary around their base camp. Children would be allowed to play inside in safety. No matter what direction an attack came from the barrier would protect them.

Ever play "Red Rover?" A game where your team members clasp arms and yell, "Red Rover, Red Rover send Becky right over," and Becky then runs over and tries to decide the weakest link to break through your teams' arms. A weak player is strengthened by their bond to a strong one.

Circling the wagons provides the same type of protection. The team forming what they hope will be a protective perimeter to keep threats away from their precious ones inside: their children. You can not circle the wagons with one wagon. You can not circle the wagons with two wagons and maybe not even three. You need a team, a wagon train.

The wagon train is like a fellowship. A community that comes together to journey down the same path, caravanning together toward the same destination. When there is a threat, they circle the wagons to help protect each other from an attack. We live in a time of spiritual attack, we need to join with other believers and circle the wagons.

It's Just a Tree

We were lucky, we only lost a few trees during the storms last week and having 77 acres we have lots of trees to spare. Many people lost a lot more, entire houses completely destroyed. Although even they were lucky enough to escape with their lives. I am really glad all we lost were a few trees but I am sad about the loss of one tree in particular.

When my husband died in 2002, his family planted a tree in our front yard. An ash tree that grew in that spot for three years. When we decided move to a new home we told ourselves, "It's just a tree," but when the person who bought our house said she was going to cut it down we were very sad. We asked if they could remove it in a way that we could move it and replant it. Since it was only three years old at the time with care there was a chance it could survive the move. In order for it to survive, the tree removal service was asked to cut out around its root ball which is usually the same size underground as the tree growth above the ground. They agreed to try to save the rootball and were to call us and let us know when they would be removing the tree so we could pick it up. We planned to wrap it in burlap to keep the soil around the roots damp.

The day they called it was over 100 degrees. They called us at 3:30pm to let us know the tree had been cut down that morning around 8 o'clock in the morning. Cut in the cool but left sitting out in the heat with no water and very little of the root ball in tact and no original dirt left on the roots, discouraged we piled it into the back of the truck and hauled it about thirty miles. In the sweltering heat we dug a few holes trying to find a place bury this whithering tree.

As I watched the last leaf fall from its branches a few weeks later, I tried to convince myself, "It's just a tree." I reminded myself it was not my husband, if the tree survived I would still be living life without him but watching this tree die was very emotional. It reminded me of the last months and the last hours watching my husband's life fade away. The first summer we lived at the new house I avoided spending two much time dwelling on the stick that stuck out of the ground without a single leaf on it. However, I followed the advice of a friend and kept watering it but had no expectations of it coming back. Either it would or it wouldn't and either way, it won't change the fact that my husband died and this stick was just a dying tree.

I managed to ignore the stick in the ground all winter. In the spring, even when the other trees all around it were budding and growing thick shawls of green the stick that stuck in the ground without a bud on never bothered me. To me, "It was just a tree." It was just a tree until the day I noticed something on it's branch, what was that I wondered, "A bud?" It was a bud. The tree was budding, it survived. Within a few weeks it was more than a stick, it was a tree with green leaves on it. Within a few weeks it was more than a tree, it was the center of a wonderful memorial garden for my husband.

For the last three years, the tree has bloomed with a larger and larger bouquet of green leaves. Although always the last tree to bud in the spring, sort of like my husband, always late. The tree has become the center of celebrating how much his life meant to us. Last Christmas the kids decorated the tree with special ornaments they bought for him, each with its special significance to one of his children. It has been filled with chimes they have collected in his memory. The tree is now the center of the prime memorial grounds for beloved pets buried in the garden. As special as the tree has become, when I heard the news that the storm had taken out the tree, I told myself, "It's just a tree." It is not like my husband was taken out by the storm, "It's just a tree."

The kids and I tried to detach our emotions for our beloved husband and father, from this tree. Although we were sad to hear and see the tree snapped in half about a foot off the ground, we knew in our hearts it wasn't another loss of a person but just a tree. With or without the tree, we still miss him. I think even my father-in-law was sad to hear about the tree. I think he was happy when he learned that the tree got moved to the new property and survived. There was something about that tree that touched everyones' hearts. He said we should check the tree and see if had grown any saplings around it.

So I quickly ran out to check,

and there around the base of the tree

was abundant new life.

After I told everyone at least twice about the saplings growing from the rootball of the tree, I realized, "It was more than tree." It was a tree that had touched my heart. Until my husband and I meet again, it is the little things, like this tree, that keep our hearts connected.

Within hours of finding the saplings, a new garden began to appear around the fallen tree.

These words from an Oakridge Boys song ring out, "You are always in our hearts, and often on our minds, we will never let that die, just as long as we're alive"

Campfire Worship Ring Awaits You, Come.

We have our first fire ring! When I got home last night my brother-in-law, Mike, showed me a picture of an awesome fire ring. Thinking he was going to ask me if that was what I had in mind I asked, "Where is that located?" He said, "Right where you wanted it!" Cool, huh! Thanks, Mike.


'Come, Now is the time for Worship!' --- the campfire worship ring awaits you and your acoustic instruments and singing voices. Bring your camp chairs, bring your coolers, bring your flashlights (for trekking back up the hill at night), bring your Backwoods Cutter, along with your hotdogs and marshmellows!

Have you seen Maxwell?

LOST: MAXWELL -- LAST SEEN ON
225th Street, North of Tonganoxie

PLEASE HELP US FIND MAXWELL

It is hard to tell about animals. God gifted each of us with unique personalities and kitties are no exception. We thought if we just got Maxwell to the barn he would enjoy the refuge there. Little boy loves to play on the hay bales and visit with the other cats, not Maxwell. Scooby learned that if he doesn't run it is okay to kiss a dog on the mouth, not Maxwell. Maxwell's story is much different. Even though he had a pet dog at his old home, he freaked out when he met the dogs and they responded reactively making things worse. We did manage to get him to the barn and saw him a few days later under the hay bales. But no one has seen him for several days. There was a report of a cat that looked very similiar to Maxwell on 225th street but he ran away when called. If you have seen Maxwell, please let us know. We miss him!

Quest

Sundays at the ranch are designed to be laid back. Impromptu is the word of the day. Not like a Saturday where we have a list of tasks we have planned to try to get accomplished, Sundays are spontaneous. Lunch, after morning worship, leads us into the arms of our creator for whatever it is we need.

Today I had decided to call my horse up to the barn and doctor her wound. Reminded me of our Sunday teaching about Jesus healing on the Sabbath. I had to grin that I too would be helping heal on a Sunday, tending to the healing of the horse. Okay, it is a different magnitude but I still got to join in on God's healing process by applying the wound Kote. I called but Jazz didn't even look up from her munching of green grass to acknowledge my presence on the top of the ridge. However, my call did spark the interest of one of the white arabians and I assumed it was Chantol. She loves to visit with her humans and follows us around the pastures. About half way up the hill I realized it wasn't Chantol after all, it was Quest.

Quest came to the ranch a little over a year ago because he was pasture buddies with Mystic. He got on the trailer with her and so his owners gave him to us as a bonus. His riding history is unknown but he would not let us near him to put on a halter. I spent the better part of last summer playing the friendly game with him in a small square pen and getting him to accept the halter. He has been out to pasture with the herd since last fall and is not one of the horses that comes readily up to greet us when we walk among the herd.

Today he ran up, accepted a treat and when I opened the gate and walked away he ventured inside. With a little work and lots of friendly game that included treats, I was able to halter him. We just played on the lead line and the horse on his left side seemed very happy to be with me but the horse on the right side was more into rearing and calling out to the herd. Ever feel like you have two people inside. One is okay with your situation, the other side is over reacting to it. Horses don't communicate well between brain hemispheres but I have never seen anything like this extreme in Quest today. If I stood on his left, he was calm and okay with me but when I stood on the right he was reactive to the extreme. He kept trying to put me back on the left side and even reared up a few times.

It was still a treat to have such a God given opportunity to play with Quest. It got me really fired up about working the horses this year. Galahad and Zippi's first rides are planned for this summer. I look forward to seeing them all undersaddle this summer-- I guess we have our hands full-- Quest, Mystic, Apache, Galahad, Zippi, and Taffy. Each of them have their own story, their own personalities, their own challenges. I have often dreamed of riding on Quest-- isn't he beautiful? Just as the photo illustrates, he is a beautiful mover and as we build up his confidence this spring his Quest is just beginning.

While all this dreaming was happening at the barn the boys were out fishing. Rosco caught his fish again-- rumor has it he has made a deal with a couple fish that if they allow him and only him to catch them he'll throw them back. It must be Wilbur's family-- right Tiger?

What are your ranch stories? Let us know about your adventures at the ranch. Are you on a Quest?

Too muddy, Two pockets of sunshine

It was too muddy to take the paddle boat down to the pond today. At least it was too muddy to drive the truck in the boggy parts of the Back 40. Rosco says we didn't get the truck stuck because if the truck was stuck it would still be out there. "I didn't mean to farm the pasture, mom." Oh I am the mom.
It was too muddy to take the paddle boat down to the pond today. However, we took the paddle boat down to the pond today. Connor took her out on her maiden voyage of "Big Cat Lake." He put her to work chopping up algae so we can spray the pond when the water warms up to 60 degrees.
We woke up this morning and it was only 37 degrees. No one thought we would have the wonderful warm afternoon that we did. We were able to get the yard cleaned up and mowed and get the paddle boat down to "Big Cat Lake" without getting the truck stuck. Although the truck did stop moving forward and appeared to be moving in a downward direction, technically it was not stuck or it would still be out there sinking.
Our pocket of sunshine disappeared shortly after we soaked up a few sunrays at the pond but returned for an early evening of horsing around. Ali and Jazz agreed to let us catch them for their spring grooming. Our new friend, Dena, even got to show off her horseriding skills on Ali. Very impressive!
We squeezed all this into the last pocket of sunshine before it started raining as the last hot dog came off the grill for a late night meal.
We squeezed a lot into two pockets of sunshine today even though it was too muddy.

Spring is here!

Spring is here I am just sure of it! As slow as God seems to fully declare it, remembering the weekly ice and snow of winter is evidence enough that spring is really here. Although, walking out in the wind and chilling mist this morning may have made me question it. I may have been a little dramatic in declaring it was a blizzard and thankful there would be no need to bundle up and pull anyone out of a ditch -- again. How many times did we do that this winter?
Spring is here I am just sure of it! The trees have green leaves emerging from their winter slumber. The pastures are displaying a light green blanket pleasantly not quite long enough to mow. The crack of lightning and roar of thunder this week made me wonder if we had the right month turned over on the calendar. Wasn't it March that came in like a lion and out like a lamb? Is it really the end of April?
Whatever the date, we are looking forward to a pocket of sunshine at the ranch tomorrow and plan to bring up a couple more horses for Spring grooming. We'll be putting final plans on the locations of the campfire rings and hopefully, if it dries up enough to transport, we will get the paddle boat down to the pond.
It is true that "April showers bring May flowers," even if it rains ice pellets. This is what muck boots and stiff (aka favorite) socks are for!!

Dream it!

"Build it, they'll come," My sister said. "Dream it, they'll build it," God said.
God is doing great things at R4C Ranch and with only a couple of decent outdoor days so far I feel like we have accomplished so much. And so many people are calling and asking about the ranch, we are just so excited about getting to share this wonderful refuge with you. If we didn't get a chance to call you back come on out on Sunday for 'Open Ranch Day,' we would love to meet you and show you around.
We had an awesome day playing horsey Sunday. Wasn't it gorgeous weather? The horses were great and we spent the afternoon grooming a few of them and getting a few of them trimmed up and ready to go to work. I was so glad to get to stretch and take a short hike down to the retreat. We planned the locations of our fire rings (a small ring for boggy days and a large ring for the days when the bog dries up a little). We are going to put the campfire cafe in the small ring. Now that is what I am talking about! And if we get enough strong men out here one Sunday we might get to move a few logs to create our campfire worship ring. I am so excited about that. We found plenty of wood to burn so campfires shouldn't be scarce this summer.
I will put a list on the website but don't forget to bring your water bottles, deep woods off or backwoods cutter (for ticks-- sorry we are still in a fallen world), and camp chairs.
Keep checking back to the blog for more ranch stories. Check in with your comments and let us know about your adventures.
Thanks to everyone for helping this dream come true, to the kids for letting me drag them along on my wild adventures (more on that later), to Mike and Leland for shoring up those fences after the big storm and helping me round up the horses (more on that later, too), to Carol for dreaming with me, to Mom and Dad (who dream in green and yellow) for encouraging and supporting our dreams, and to our heavenly Father for His wisdom, mercy, and grace through Christ.