We found a ranch to work with in southwest Montana. We are only an hour away from where we lived before. It is a beautiful setting, but the house needed a lot of work. We ripped out carpets and painted before we moved. There will be clean up projects around the yard and shop for awhile, but we’ve made a nice dent in clean up. We’ve taken several loads to the dump.
It’s been an intense 6 weeks–a rollercoaster of emotions and a lot of work. We have been sad about leaving, excited about a new place, and tired.
Those of you who have moved a ranch before know it is different than selling a house and moving. While moving is exhausting in and of itself, when you have equipment to move or sell, a barn to relocate and critters to transport, it can be a lot of moving parts. While we were once beyond excited about moving south, I suppose not moving so far away was easier. There were a few trips where I simply put pictures or lamps in the back of the rig and brought them over without boxing them up.
I spent a couple weeks really missing our old home. I didn’t want to write about it because I had poured so much into it. Yet, I am content where I am right now. It was gross at first, so I think that’s why I was sad, but as we clean it up and put some love into it, it is feeling homier. Plus, we’ve already met some really nice people.
Friends, home is where you have people to love and that love you. Home is a place we create.
Thanks for joining us on this journey. It’s been a ride!
Yeah, a plan. That we thought was divine–literally and figuratively. We thought we were doing what God wanted for us and I thought I’d have this amazing news to share.
I was waiting to share it because we were waiting to cross what we thought was the final T.
And then…Road Block.
It didn’t happen.
We sold our house, our cows, our equipment because we were so excited about a possibility in a different state and we needed to be ready to roll. Long story short, we prepared for a situation we thought was concrete and it wasn’t.
It messed with us a little bit. We were SO disappointed.
After a bit of time of grieving, we are looking at new options. It feels different because we spent so many months picturing something else. However, God is always good. The way He does things may surprise us, but He never leaves us. He has something good–for all of us! You, too!
Since we are back in the preliminary stages of options, I can’t reveal much info about possibilities yet. But they are out there! And they are new things to be excited about.
When we sold our ranch, we didn’t do it out of necessity. We were making money. Managing well. It was about an opportunity to be involved in something bigger than ourselves and to help others. We still want to do this and are starting on a very exciting opportunity that I can’t wait to tell you about.
Sometimes road blocks lead to detours that are just as amazing or better than the original route. I will update you soon. In the meantime, what road blocks have you encountered that led to something good?
When my husband was working ranches early in our marriage, I knew moving was part of the deal. Cowboys often move, but I thought once we started our own production, that would stop.
I’m a girl who loves roots. Deep roots. As in, I have wished we had land that was handed down, complete with the house my grandmother was born in. However, this has not been our experience. I am not upset that hasn’t been our path, but I have daydreamed about what that would be like to have that kind of heritage.
However, I have heard the stories about my grandmother’s family traveling from Missouri to Montana, hoping to find land. Their path was hard. They made a difficult journey and things never really got “easy”. My grandmother’s family had sheep and some cows, but they mostly farmed. I don’t think they had much land. Anything they had was gone before my dad came along and from then on, everyone worked in town.
When I think of people traveling in the 1800’s and early 1900’s to find a better way, it impresses me. Many people moved 100 miles away from family and never saw their family again. Others moved across the US for “free” land or the hopes of having something of their own. Their tenacity is commendable.
Our current culture isn’t doing that kind of moving anymore–exploring unexplored land or mining in the hopes of striking it rich are gone. However, I think we still long for more, for something better. Those of us who have started out on our own in agriculture certainly look for new opportunities.
A new opportunity brought us to our place here in Montana.
A new opportunity will take us to another place.
I will tell more later, but for now, what I can say is: We are moving again. We sold our little ranch.
I’m sad. I’m sad we aren’t staying here forever. YET–we can’t stay in the same place if God’s plans are for moving on.
I’ve poured my heart into this place. It was in need of so much TLC. We gutted the house, refenced the place, built new gates, etc…only the exterior of the buildings stayed the same–well, except for some paint.
Making a home is part of my DNA. I want a place where people feel welcome. I want to pour into my community. Hopefully we’ve done that and will do it again.
I’m also excited. We are on an adventure. A big adventure with many unknowns–not to mention Covid unknowns! We look forward to being a part of something new again and hopefully the love we poured into the place we are leaving will be felt by the new owners.
Fortunately, we get to stay until our middle daughter graduates in May. We have a few months. I’ll be in touch.
Our oldest daughter just got back from Guatemala. She spent three weeks in a Spanish immersion school with a friend and toured part of the country. She saw things I may never see. This thrills me. World views tend to be the small “world” we build around ourselves: our immediate family and surroundings, our day-to-day circumstances, the food we consume most commonly. None of this is bad per se; it is just that it can be very small.
Having a chance to experience cultures and languages different from our own broadens our perspective. It helps us appreciate our own heritage, while valuing the experiences of another. My daughter found she really enjoyed the beauty and color in Guatemala, along with some of their traditional foods. Homemade tortillas, ground fresh every meal, are something she will remember. Her deepest treasure though is friendship. The amazing people she met–her host family and friends from the school– are people she’ll likely connect with for the rest of her life. She made cultural connections that shape how she values people and hopefully how they value her.
I’d like to say I remained peaceful the entire time she was away, but I didn’t learn until the last week to trust. I prayed and talked to her, but I finally the last week realized my perspective is often limited. It is much too easy to concoct a world view based on fear or the unknown. Yet anything based on fear isn’t rooted in the truth of who we are and Whose we are. The reality is God loves all people across the globe and until we see what their lives are like, we may live in a world we create in our minds. Seeing the pictures helped me broaden my horizons, but I’m so thankful my children are getting to experience something outside their daily routine.
The world is harsh in many ways, but it is also beautiful. Realizing that circumstances don’t revolve around us brings a lot of intentional focus to the situations we encounter on a daily basis–even things like irrigating. How wonderful to have good water! May your day and your perspective be rich!
Our daughter recently had an opportunity to attend a track camp in LA. I drove her and we stayed for a few days while she attended camp.
Everyone kept asking me why I would want to go to LA. I actually like the city as a place to visit. It gives me fresh perspective. Most of us are afraid of what we don’t know. We build a case around unknowns in our minds, while never having seen it. We form judgments without experience.
This happens between city and country folk I think. We tend to imagine what the other’s life is like and then form our thoughts and perceptions from that imagined baseline.
I actually found quite a bit of beauty in the city. It was far from my normal, but I found that I could appreciate people and places that weren’t like me. I also could see how easy it would be for city people to form judgments about ranching.
In fact, two girls mentioned to my daughter how cows were ruining our environment. My daughter offered her perspective and how we live. It was difficult for the girls to imagine. They could only view cattle as biohazards.
We could become frustrated or we could understand their current mindsets and seek to build bridges. Unfortunately, some of the population sees ranching as cruel and harmful. Sadly, there are some who give ranching a bad name. However, overall, ranchers take pride in caring for cattle while simultaneously stewarding the land.
We’d love to be a part of creating a healthy mentality toward the cattle industry. We work diligently to provide the best for our cattle and land–we’d like others to know that it isn’t a cruel animal factory, but a nurturing environment.
The city and the country have the opportunity be a thriving, symbiotic environment.
I have not been consistent with blogging. Maybe you’ve encountered a similar obstacle: LIFE.
It’s a beautiful gift to be alive, but sometimes things get overwhelming.
Here’s our most recent life change: our oldest daughter graduated from high school and is heading off to college soon. Big changes!
We’ve also had multiple injuries this year and while that isn’t something I want to focus on, it does play a huge part of my time–I’ve spent the hours of a part-time job in doctor’s offices the last six months.
I’ve struggled with what to write about because you can search the internet and find a blog or comment about any topic under the sun, so I don’t want to write just to write. It doesn’t mean much if there isn’t intentionality behind it. Deep down we are all yearning for and longing for something that will make a difference in our lives–something that says, you’ve got to read this!
So here is the truth: I’m a fake.
I’ve created a false self and now my real self is really tired.
Yes, we actually do have cattle and I’m not a 40-year-old living in the basement of my parents’ condo. Not that kind of fake.
Fake in that I have tried to create a version of myself that doesn’t get tired or frustrated or hungry. Not because those things are bad, but because they slow me down.
Fake in that I will try to help out anywhere I can because I truly want to love people, when I have committed to things that just weren’t me.
I really try to be authentic. Authenticity is my buzz word. Yet I don’t want you to know if I’m scared or nervous because you might reject me.
And rejection isn’t something any of us want.
Although it might be something we all need.
Can you imagine if everyone accepted us? Our circles would be too large and our commitments overwhelming. Maybe rejection is therapeutic.
What else can cause us to figure out who we really are and be strong in it? It’s usually the no’s that push us on to search for creative solutions–not the yes’s.
Yet it’s an ugly word, rejection. It means someone didn’t want me. That hurts.
Yet for every one that rejects, there are more that affirm. I must focus on the affirmations, the hope, the joys and not the disappointments.
Life does happen. Accidents. Busyness. Life changes.
Yet surprises and rejection can also refine our focus and help us zero in on what is really important.
You know what’s really important? Life. Not the stuff, the commitments, the titles. Just breathing in and out. It truly is a gift.
It’s the season. Everyone is busy and we are all searching for the perfect gift.
Finding a meaningful gift is important because it shows that we care.
There is some pressure involved: What if I don’t get something they like? Will they wonder if I know them at all?
There is the reality though that the gifts don’t matter, it’s the heart behind them.
Yet our hearts will not be seen in a single gift. The right gift isn’t going to mend a broken relationship. Our hearts are seen in our every day moments. Moments like a kiss before work, saying good morning before checking your phone, or getting someone a soda or water (without them even asking) communicates that they are important.
What is behind these moments? Love.
Certainly gifts at Christmas mean something. But they don’t mean everything.
So let’s enjoy those gifts and the gift giving. It’s another day to show those around us they are important. It’s another way to show the ultimate gift–redemption through Jesus coming to Earth for us!
It’s the week after Thanksgiving and I’m still full.
We had more food than we needed and enough laughter to lift the roof. We are beyond blessed.
If I’m honest, there is still a lengthy prayer list.
There are a lot of things I’d like to fix… or do… or see happen.
There are some problems I’m not sure have good answers.
BUT, I do know this:
HE IS BIGGER.
I’ve spent much of my life worry praying. Maybe you’ve done it too: Staying awake at night begging God to hear you.
Worry prayer is still prayer, but it lacks a Kingdom component: PEACE.
How do you get peace? I mean, listen to the nightly news and you’re liable to raise anxiety.
True Peace only comes from the Prince of Peace. There is psuedo peace and I’ve tried it. It helps some, but that deep ache, that internal longing, can only be filled by God.
Yet, even so, if I am honest, I sometimes still worry. A lot of that comes from making the problems bigger than the solution. I’ve spent too much time mulling over problems without looking at my blessings.
If I am to truly combat the issues in front of me, I must maintain a mindset of peace and focus on all the good things. Thanksgiving in a sense becomes a weapon–a way to train my brain.
May Thanksgiving continue all year long. There is much to be grateful for!
When the cattle get out, we always find where the fence is down or if the gate is open. We repair the fence and put them back. We look for why the fence was down or why the gate was open…was it a hunter going through the gate? Did the cows find a weak spot in the fence? Once we’ve discovered the why, we try to prevent it from happening again.
Don’t we do this in life too? Sometimes it’s something quantifiable, such as why is this bill so high? Often times though, it isn’t cut and dry. Why did my mom get cancer? Why did that person act so mean? Why can’t I seem to connect with that group of people?
Recently, our friend’s horse got severely injured with no obvious reason why. None of the other horses were hurt. They woke up and found him badly hurt in a safe pasture. There is no explanation.
Sometimes, despite all our efforts to find a reason why, there isn’t one. Life can’t be figured out or calculated.
It can be lived.
Maybe we don’t have answers, but we do have breath in our lungs. May we live without being paralyzed by why’s and free to stand in wonder and awe of all that God created.