When the news reels play or the social media feeds fill up with doom, despair, disrespect and every other negative thing- I wield this scripture like a sword to slay the anxiety and fear that threatens to over take me. This promise and every other promise in the Bible are without condition. It does not say in Jerimiah that if the Republicans are in power that I will be like a tree planted by the water. It doesn’t even specify which country I should live in to experience the promises of God. The only requirement is that I trust in the Lord.
Trust in the Lord= I do not need to fear difficult times.
I will take that deal. Notice that this scriptures does not say that drought never came to this tree. It says the tree has no worries in a drought. Not only does it not worry, but it never misses a year of production. Friend, this is a no brainer.
The world can keep their fear and fighting, hating and destruction- I will go with God. Regardless of what comes in this world, I will be like a tree planted by the water. God is my hope, my trust is in HIM. He has proven himself to me time and again.
Make no mistake, we are in a world at war. This war is between good and evil. It rages everyday. Battles can be bloody and I may take a hit, but my hope is in the Lord, I trust in the Lord to bring his promises to bear. So, turn off the television and internet feed and turn to the One who is able to save your soul and drench you with so much love that it drives out all fear.
Jesus Christ came and died for you and for me. He restored us to a perfect relationship with God. He didn’t come to steal all your fun and wrap you in chains of shame and guild. Jesus came to give you life. The only thing that Jesus want to take from you is fear and death. Give your life to Christ, you will be glad you did!
It’s one of those things that you know will happen, but you hope, somehow, it never will. Kandi, our goat, died yesterday. Death is something you live with on a sustainable farm, a homestead on which you produce your own food. But you do get attached to the breeding animals, the ones who will live out their life on your farm. Kandi was one such goat. She was my daughter, Savannah’s goat bought- as a bottle baby- when she was 9, she is now 17. This loss hurts.
Kandi was no ordinary Boer goat- she was special. Not because of her breeding or bloodlines, but because of her intelligence. We have always said that if she were in Narnia she would have been a talking animal. Kandi could pick a gate latch with her lips with such skill and speed that would have made Houdini proud. She never forgot where a bag of grain had been stored or where a rose bush had been planted. She knew her name and knew her place in the herd- queen. She produced 5 great kids for us, the boys always made the sale at the county fair- which Savannah showed.
She was also special because she was the beginning of our goat herd, the beginning of our homestead and she made me remember what I had forgotten- the my heart is happy and at home on a farm. As I sit at this computer writing this, tears are beginning to flow again. This makes my heart hurt and greif rears its ugly head once more. But, I want this written down. It is important to us and Kandi deserves to be remembered, she is such an important part of our story.
After an ugly experience with goats as a kid, I vowed I would never own goats. Well, you know how these things go. My older two were intent on joining 4H and wanted to show goats at the county fair. So, being the good mother that I am, I said OK thinking that a meat goat project only lasted from January to April. I could handle that and the goats would then be gone. Well, that was 9 years ago and the goats are still here and I am just as crazy about them as the kids. Maybe more so, the older two are in college and a senior in high school, no longer show goats but I am still raising them.
The thing about buying goats for the first time is that I had NO CLUE as to what I was doing. We had a drought the previous summer and everyone that I had contacts with suddenly had no kids to sell because the goats did not breed as usual. So, I started hunting in the papers- craigslist did not exist then. Little did I know that I could have called the extension agent and he could have connected me with a breeder. But, for once, I am glad for my ignorance. I found a breeder in the paper and called her. Yes, she did have show goats, two bottle babies. Perfect- I thought. We brought them home- paid a crazy amount of money for them. Kandi and JoJo- JoJo died, but that is another story.
Kandi almost died as well. You see, bloat is a sneaky thing and incredibly dangerous for a goat. When Kandi was just a few days old, she began to bloat (like her brother, JoJo, but because of his death we knew what we were looking at) and I called the vet. It was late at night and he said baby goats did not bloat, but I could bring her in to the office in the morning. Well, I was pretty sure we would not make it till morning. I looked up bloat in my goat books and it said to drench the goat with mineral oil. I could not for the life of me figure out how pouring mineral oil on a goat to the point of drenching them could help what was going on on the inside. So, I skipped that part and read on. You needed to rub their bellies to help the expel the extra gas- you had to do it every two hours at least.
An all nighter? I don’t do those well. I looked at my two girls, just children then, and said that they would have to do it. They were enthusiastic about it and made a bed on the couch for the two of them and the goat. They did it! They saved the goat. I walked into the family room the next morning and the two of them were asleep on the couch with a little goat curled up between them. Her little read head popped up, blinked at me and let out the sweetest little bleet. I thought to myself, “Oh gosh, I am now one of ‘those’ people now.” It is true, I am one of those people.
As it turns out, you can’t show does at the county fair. So, now we had a meat goat living on our place with no where to go. Great. This began the building of pens and sheds and the buying of goat feed, minerals and wormer. And it has never stopped. I can’t begin to account to you how much we have learned on this journey, the joy we have experienced and the heartache. We are so much stronger now as a family, as individuals, and physically. We possess so many skills I would have never thought I could learn. Along the way, I remembered that I loved farming and my kids became farm kids- and it all started with a little goat named Kandi.
Other goats have come and gone, but Kandi always remained. Now, she is gone and a part of the story of our farm has gone with her. Even Cheyenne was crying and I made the comment that I did not think Kandi was her favorite (Kandi was the ring leader of much chaos on our farm). She said, “No, but she was family.” That is how it is on a farm- the animals are family. I hurt for Savannah, she loved that animal. I wish I could make it all go away but I cannot. We do have her last kid- Kit Kat. She is sweet and cute, we will see what she grows into.
Thank you for the memories, Kandi. You will always be remebered fondly in this family.