As Bubba the chocolate lab and I made our way across the pasture, the thick morning fog allowed only a faint outline of my destination. Home. Wonderful thoughts rushed through my mind. Driving back from morning rounds, I struggled to see our home. As God does, He drew near. I stopped the UTV and started Read More >
Standing at the window, the old rancher takes a sip from his third cup of coffee. “Finally” comes a silent thought; “it’s light enough.” As dawn breaks each morning, before I don my boots, hat, and jacket, I count. First one pasture, then the next; I count cow-butts each morning. Not a glamorous job, especially Read More >