For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:15
The power of this passage gives me strength and hope. Listening to news, even only once a day, can bring on a fearful spirit of bondage (that is its intent) to my heart and mind. Thank God for His Words of comfort. I can be easily overtaken by the times we live in. Yet, God is in control, He hears our prayers, and He calms my worries.
I do not know what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future. Do you?
I reached for the electric plug from the wrong side. A careless move that caused a steam burn on my arm. Never reach across an electric boiling steam kettle on the spout side, always unplug from handle side.
Never unplug boiling water kettle from this side.This is the side to unplug a boiling water kettle.
Any thinking person knows this. Obviously I was not thinking at that hot second. That non-thinking moment caused a nice first-degree burn on my arm. As our son-in-law succinctly says: “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”. That I did.
I ran it under cold water first thing.Nice sized first degree burn in an inconvenient place.
Immediate first aid was running it under cold water. This helps relieve some of the heat and pain. It had a pretty mean sting to it for sure. Afterwards I spread honey over the burn for relief. Our honey is local which makes it all the better. It is also an analgesic, and an antiseptic, and sticky. Air can further irritate a burn, the honey helped keep air off. Do you know honey is the only know food that never goes bad? Amazing.
Local honey spread over the burn, after running cold waterover it, helped relieve the pain. Shirt sleeves caused the tender, new skin to peel. It was not a blister. A blister from a burn is a second degree burn.
Although the photos make it look as if a blister came up on the burn, it did not. Long sleeved shirts irritated the tender new skin, and it peeled. This was the hardest part of the healing process, as it was quite tender. The sleeve needed to stay rolled up. Problems presented themselves when I had to go out in public. This is when I bandaged the wound to protect it from the sleeve and being out in public without being exposed. Sleeping was a bit of an issue as well. It seemed no matter where I placed my arm, the sheets would aggravate it. I did not want it covered at night as it needed air to help the healing process.
I bandaged it when going out in public.
It took a full two weeks to heal. And here is the best indication of a wound healing—it starts to itch. It is now only a pink patch on my arm. Because we are in winter, I am not concerned for it getting too much sun. However, if it were summer, I would be very careful about the amount of sun this new tender skin could get.
Healing is happening.
I grew up in an era where First Aid was a required class to take in high school. It is no longer taught in school to my knowledge. We were given an excellent First Aid book that I still own and refer to often. I know methods of first aid has changed much, but in my little mind, a burn is still a burn, a broken bone is still a broken bone, and a splinter is still and splinter, and good, basic first aid should be known well by every one of us.
Looking better and better.
Starting to itch now—good sign of healing.
Tooktwo full weeks to heal.Can hardly notice it now.
Hasn’t God given our bodies amazing powers of healing? Glory!
Did you know all frosts are not the same? I was well into my thirties when I heard my twinsters father-in-law talk of a beautiful hoar frost once back in the cold West Virginia mountains.
It did look rather different once I paid real attention. Since then I have paid more attention to frosty mornings both here in the East and out West. There are visual differences, though I am not able to describe the science behind them. If a reader can, kindly educate me in the comments.
The word ‘hoar’, or ‘hoarfrost’ is an old English word that describe the feathery white appearance of the formation of this type of frost. Much like the feathery white beards on old men. This is the visual difference between this frost and those I am most familiar.
From the information I think I understand, the hoarfrost is formed when cold air comes in contact with already below freezing objects, such as pine needles, and feathery crystals are formed. It seems foggy weather produces a hoarfrost.
So, while I do not know the way it comes about I do know it is pretty. And I know the One who does know all about it: He gives snow like wool; He scatters the hoarfrost like ashes. Ps 147:16 NKJ
I found these pretty, feathery crystals on a little frozen puddle on our farm. Beautiful yes?
Our Christian religion is the religion we believe to be true. Not just because we believe it, but because it is full of many a witness to Jesus, His teachings, His Life, Death and Resurrection. Time and witnesses proved the truth of the prophets as well.
It is resplendent with hundreds of eye witnesses. In fact, one would be hard pressed not to believe, from the value of the witnesses. Research for yourselves if you doubt. Seek and ye shall find. Glory.
John 1:6-8 There came a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to testify about the Light, so that all might believe through him. He was not the Light, but he came to testify about the Light.
Hay fields grew thick and quietly over the Shenandoah Valley in my youth. Tractors and hay making equipment were busy working the fields, dropping hundreds of fresh-baled hay onto the ground and hauled to barns for the coming winter.
Fields full of tractors, wagons, balers, and the best part, young, tanned farm boys, were busy ‘making hay while the sun shined.” It was exciting watching those strong young men toss those heavy bales onto the wagons as if they were handling only a feather!
Baling hay is hot, hard, scratchy work. We baled it on the 1,300 acre farm we called home for many years. At that time most everyone grew their own supply.
But at they say, times have changed. At first it was the equipment that changed. I recall how ‘odd’ the big round balers looked when first they appeared. Boys were not so willing to work in the hay fields anymore, the big round bales covered that lack of manpower.
Slowly big farms got smaller and smaller, then sold. Thus was the fate of ours. The few big farms that remained supplied the need for hay.
I have purchased hay my entire adult life. So when my twinster and brother-in-law, Chipley and Kent Gordon, starting selling hay to supply local needs I understood that. What I did not understand is that they are called ‘hay brokers.’
What started out in 2015 as a small, honor-system, pick-it-up-yourself hay from their small barn has evolved into a busy, local hay supply business. A thriving family-owned and operated business.
Tractor trailer loads of hay are delivered to their new, big hay barn. Built in the Spring of 2019, this large barn holds up to seven semi-truck loads of hay, according to Chad Young, Hay Manager for Colorado Horse Hay, and also the owners son-in-law. Large orders are delivered by a compete staff of men driving their own trucks and trailers. Small orders are available for pick-up yourself.
Hay is kept orderly according to size and type. Chad knows his hay and his way around those huge stacks. Bales are much larger than ones I purchase here in the East. Bundles of Timothy is the most popular. Chad said in the summer they can go through four semi-loads a day!
Their hay is supplied as far away as Wyoming, and surrounding areas as well. He said they serve customers as far away as Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, and even Florida! Check out their website: coloradohorsehay.com
Thank you for the tour Colorado Horse Hay folks. Keep up the good work!
A barn full of hay and trailers ready for delivery.Chad Young—Hay Barn ManagerChipley and ChadChad can get seven semi-loads of hay in the barn!These are big bales of hay!The hay is beautiful.Loading up a customer order.Good hay for hungry horses.This little skiff of snow does not hurt the hay.
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