Treasures come in many shapes and sizes. What we often cherish the most are those things that create a deep personal bond in our lives. Sometimes we treasure a special gift from a loved one. Other […]
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God most definitely has a sense of humor. I think it’s His way of reminding us He controls everything in our lives and we should humble ourselves. After posting a photo of what happens when new
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Nearly 18 months ago, God introduced me to a fellow writer and sister in Christ who continues to bless me through her friendship. I’m honored to introduce you to my writing pal, Mrs. Gail Kittleson, this
Replacing the entire south fenceline required me to place all our cattle in the north pasture. Able to separate the donkeys and “Bianca” (my yearling replacement heifer) in the feedlot, I moved the mamas, calves, and
When you’re a business consultant, you count your blessings when you come across a client who is receptive to your ideas, willing to accept your help, and desires to learn. Even rarer is when you and
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How many of you pray each day for your local, state, and federal officials? Do you only pray for those you voted for, or each office; regardless of party or political slant? Troublesome questions for some.
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Who could have ever guessed the dusty old farmer was once a polyglot. What mysterious keys does his past hold to explain his multi-versed abilities? And how does Hugh Lofting play into this? Something I’ve noticed
What in the world is going on out there? I asked myself that question as I poured another cup of coffee. On a foggy gray morning, God doubly blessed our Cross-Dubya ranch with its first set
“Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10, NKJV). These are the words that came to me one Thursday morning while driving to my client’s offices up in Utah. Staring out the window, trying
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“Maria Calabria’s” first day of freedom was amazing; until it wasn’t. Some of you may remember my social media posts about “Half-Pint” (her nickname), the breached calf I rescued and cared for after her mama’s prolapse.
