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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Fallen

God, I thank you for the respite from daily toils and cares You gave us last week.  And I thank you for the fall . . . All five of us got to get away, way up north, just over the border of Wisconsin and into the western tip of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.  Big Powderhorn […]

Fall Fresh

Crystal white fell softly after dark.  Flakes by the millions, not one like another, accumulated on the flagstone path meandering through the perennial garden where plants are sleeping the winter away. Some kind of peace comes over me during a fresh falling . . . Next morning—all white—all pure, all untracked by human. Snow’s still […]

How to Get Real with Your Maker

Lament.  To express grief for or about.  To mourn. Sometimes when you’re in the midst of darkness, you can’t see the light shining behind.  It’s there.  But you can’t see the sun.  You can’t feel the warmth.  All seems like shadow and you wonder if the clouds will ever roll away, like your soul just […]

Below Zero

HORSES DON’T CLEAN UP AFTER THEMSELVES. Why didn’t someone tell me this BEFORE we built a horse ranch—in Wisconsin—in summer. Horses can’t change their clothes either.  And their clothes need changing frequently—in Wisconsin—in winter. And horses certainly can’t feed themselves when nothing’s growing in the pastures—in Wisconsin—in winter. In short, horses require the most work […]

Jesus and Jenga

Baby, it’s cold outside!  Time for some inside fun—or not! We’re playing Jenga—that tower building game where you remove one block at a time and place it on top until the whole thing tumbles with a terrifying bang that sends the poor dog low-tailing it to the far corner of the house every single time. […]

One Resolution

I asked him a simple question expecting a simple answer. . . “When do you talk with Jesus?” He stood in front of me and said . . . “Well, the first thing I do is get up.  And then I go to the bathroom.  And then I eat breakfast.  Then I get dressed, brush […]