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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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Vision of Glory

Psalm 8 O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!  You have set your glory above the heavens.  From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, […]

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 […]

Climb

She loved to tell me how she was such a tomboy as a kid—how she climbed those gnarled apple trees and ate those green fruits till she got sick at her stomach.  And I loved thinking I was like my mom in this particular way.  I loved to climb.  One of my earliest memories was […]

Our Best Blessing

Thanks.  Giving thanks.  Giving thanks to God.  For what? I’ve been thinking about the what lately.  What am I thankful for, really?  Well, I could list a thousand things like colored leaves and blue skies and health and horses and actually, I do make a practice of counting my blessings.  But I’ve been thinking bigger […]

Costco Church

I went to church in Costco this weekend.   Trying to hold back my tears, the lump in my throat made it hard to swallow. I’m a mess, really.  Things touch me in ways that make me think I’m weird—like really at least two standard deviations to the left of the bell curve weird!  Like, really, […]

Uncontainable Beauty

We walked our trails together yesterday afternoon, Todd and I.  Peregrine falcon floated on southeast breeze, surveying the fields for a mouse.   Yellows of ash, maple reds, burnt orange of oak, and evergreen pines, spot-lit by sun, back-dropped in blue. I tried to absorb every bit of wonder.  Sight of stained glass monarch wings.  Smell of crisping autumn leaves.  […]