Hi I'm Heather
Hi I'm Heather

Come stroll the trails with me on our 44 acre Midwest horse farm where I seek God in the ordinary and always find Him--the Extraordinary--wooing, teaching, wowing me with Himself. Thanks for visiting. I hope you will be blessed!

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Empty Nests

We walk the trails with trees shed bare on a brisk November day.  Nests once hidden are now visible—rounded twig cup nurseries of new life flown.  So many hikes taken, spring through summer, we passed these trees, unaware of activity within.  So many birds come from afar to build and lay, hatch and feed, and teach […]

Holy Fruit

We meet unexpectedly by the strawberries, this beautiful woman and I.  A few days before, we gave thanks at family table in different homes. We talk about Thanksgiving and her eyes begin to pool.  Her husband stands hushed and gentle. I miss her. Three syllables full of loss and gratitude jumble together in pieces and […]

Look Up

Just another trip to the store.  Just another day.  Groceries secured, I slow to take the country road curve when I hear a small soul whisper . . . Look up! Less than a mile from home, I stop and get out, amazed by grace.  I see God’s exclamation point in blue.  In circles, majesty soars, wings hardly flapping—floating […]

Be Still and Wait

After tears subsided and prayers pleaded, I sat and got quiet.  Listening can be so hard when you want answers now but they don’t come right away. And then they do. In my spirit, a small still voice invited me into a holy place. Be still and wait.  I journeyed back to Moses instructing his […]

Remember

Face in hands, body bent in chair, I wept hard and long, pleading. “Lord, we don’t know what to do!  We can’t see our way through!  Help us!”  And the vision of Israelites leaving Egypt—backs against Red Sea, enemies approaching—this vision burned bright like pillar fire leading God’s chosen through dark nights.    He said […]

Turkey Thanksgiving

This weekend past, man and machine harvested fields surrounding our farm bringing in logic-defying corn yield.  Yet, July farmers worried sick as skies refused to spill and unrelenting, record-breaking heat stressed already parched stalks. Would the crop even survive, let alone provide? O Lord, let it rain! But He waited and watched as we grew […]

Posing in Pink

He walks into our bedroom.  No, it’s more of a strut—like a peacock with plumage full up.  He’s looking good and he knows it. Wow!  Nice outfit! “Thanks,” he says, trying hard not to break his cool appearance with even a slight grin. He’s dressed in short-sleeved pink with clip-on tie sporting some long-sleeved shirt […]

Chicken Leg

  “What’s for dinner?”  both boys ask. Chicken.  Wash up and come to the kitchen for grace. They comply, gather round the island, and bow their heads.  As soon as the “Amen” sounds, the bellowing begins. “I call the chicken leg!” blurts out of the younger teen, Nick. “No!  I call the chicken leg!” the […]

Big Head

Ever get caught in the comparison trap? So we’re out in the south forty digging holes and planting poles, fencing new horse pasture.  All the equipment’s there—tractor with drill, hand-held hole digger, level, and tape measure.   We’re plugging along when suddenly Nick deviates from the task at hand.  He picks up the tape measure […]

Light for the Moment

Sometimes our days are so gray.  I know the sun is somewhere beyond, but all I see is gray.  Sometimes life isn’t even that bright—that black and white mix we call gray.  Sometimes it’s just plain dark.  Like the morning I woke and looked east. For but a moment I saw the light.  And then […]

Cornered

  He drove out our tractor to set corner posts on what will be new horse pasture come spring.  Drilling down into clay ground, we dropped poles deep.  Tension on wire will pull and stress. Without strong corners—without posts sunk deep, fence will collapse.  So we dug deep and we set.   And as we […]

Plow

Seven acres of prairie grass turned upside down today.  Tractor pulling plow tore earth straight up and exposed roots deep.  And the wispy dried tan became raw umber chunks that will wait for weeding and planting  and fertilizing in spring.  This south field was once home to bobolinks and red-winged blackbirds greeting us on our […]