Welcome to my ranch. Today's ranch woman does more than ride horses, drive farm machinery and cook. We fight for our freedom. I've been forced to put these first loves on the back burner and now wear the name "activist". Federal overreach is destroying our way of life- America's food producers. It's a daily battle, I'm here to educate you on that war.
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My New Year's Resolutions...
American National Cattlewomen and American AgriWomen Fighting the GOOD Fight!
1.Continue to PRAY
each morning. The acronym ACTS helps me
when I pray. Adoration-Confession-Thanksgiving-Supplication. Under the Supplication (asking) part I always
ask for wisdom, guidance and protection.
2.Continue to BELIEVE
that He is in control. If I ever doubt that fact I reread the story of Elisha Our God is an Awesome God!
3.Continue to have HOPE for the future, but realize that action is required. Hope and
prayer is not a substitute for work, thinking, watching, suffering, or giving; they
are supports for all other efforts.
4.Continue to have FAITH but realize that faith is not a substitute for hard work. The
countless stories in the Bible show us that God’s leaders didn’t grab a rocker
and wait…they got busy.
5.Continue to STUDY
my Bible and learn as much as I can about how those who encountered difficult
times in the past dealt with those adversities. Joshua, Nehemiah, Hezekiah,
Deborah, Esther, Ruth, Elisha, etc. etc. etc. all “did the right thing” with
the knowledge they had at the time. They were decisive, calculating, courageous
and persistent fully relying on God’s guidance.
6.Continue to EDUCATE
myself, my grandkids, my family members and friends about history…Bible,
American and World. If we fail to know
history and the outcomes of past mistakes we are doomed to repeat those
mistakes. Recognizing what today’s evil looks like, exposing where it exists
and the perpetuators of it is not an option- it’s mandatory for American
freedom. A healthy dose of “historic
facts” can serve as a powerful reminder of the hardships our forefathers
endured so that we might enjoy: attending the church of our choice, speaking
our minds, owning a gun, owning private property (cattle, pigs, sheep and
poultry- backyard swimming pools, your own car…the list is endless).
7.Continue to Never
Doubt that everything I do whether great or small affects someone,
something. With careful intent I pray those actions are positive and result in continued future freedom for my family, my friends, my nation. If I ever question the fact that what I do isn't important I reread the 150
year old story of the Maine schoolteacher, Joshua Chamberlain
8.Continue to EMULATE
those who fought for my freedom…I will work hard, fight hard, stand up and
stand firm... for Christ and Christianity… for America and Her Freedoms… As far as surrounding myself with
happy-positive people…that may not happen…don’t get me wrong I love being happy
and positive but I don’t believe our forefathers were concerned about their
happiness, boosting their egos or being positive, winning awards, receiving
pats on the back…not much on being personally uplifted-they were concerned
about the passage of freedom from their hands to future generations. I will surround myself with those people… like-minded,
U.S. Constitutionalists determined to save our kid’s- our family’s future
Cease from Anger.
That’s what my daughters suggested I do when one of them had the idea that we exchange New Year’s resolution recommendations for each other. Brad thought that was a bad idea, but we did it anyway.
They think I’ve been overly distressed. A little angry. Afraid I’m going to “stroke out.”
Well I probably am, have been, will continue to be, will try and work on it, and probably will.
But I’m betting that anyone that realizes what’s going on in our country is probably feeling pretty angry right now too. If not, ignorance is bliss, or they have a government job.
I’ve experienced a lot of emotions during my life: sadness, jealousy, embarrassment, fear, and anger to some degree.
Anger doesn’t just occur. It stems from something. I believe in my case it’s fear and frustration.
I grew up during the Cold War. Nothing was more feared than the A bomb during the 50’s and nothing scared me more than the “test” performed daily on our black and white T.V. suggesting that “i…
This is my backyard. This is our office. It's located in my backyard. So are the loading chutes, sheds, barns, silos and molasses tanks (tanks full of molasses that cattle find extremely tasty and nutritious.) Loading cattle here has been a common sight for as long as I can remember.
Tonight we loaded bulls. It started to snow when they were loading. I hope the driver and the bulls get to their destination safely.
The bulls have been in my backyard for several weeks. Getting fat. Getting ready to go north. Getting ready to...uh... go to slaughter, or should I say "harvest." Not too long ago that word reminded me of wheat. Kind of like the word "gay" used to make me think of someone happy.
Anyway, today our "politically correct" friends recommend we don't refer to the word that actually describes what has taken place since Adam and Eve. The word that describes what has taken place for centuries to insure human survival. No, today we mus…
I’m back…for a while, barring I don’t slip on another
tutu or fall over another tombstone. The morning after Easter 5:45 a.m. to be exact, I slipped on
a princess tutu and tore my rotator cuff. In June I had surgery and spent the summer
going to physical therapy three times a week 60 miles away.In August my Grandmother Hazel passed
away.She had lived a long, happy,
successful, life.She was 96 years old
and it was hard to say goodbye to one of my best friends. My shoulder was on the mend, but at Grandma’s graveside service I fell over
a tombstone.During the service I’d been
watching near misses and worried about someone tripping over the one on my end
of the tent.I didn’t realize there was
another on the other end.Remember I
have 10 grandkids, 7 of them under the age of 7.I had my hands full of water bottles, mine
and theirs. As I hurried out of the tent to speak to some relatives I fell
head, neck and face first over the tombstone my rear and high heels in the air
and my mouth full of …