My Momma loved children—she would have been an excellent elementary teacher.  Instead, she worked as a Secretary for the elementary principal.  Which was just as good.

There she is with her Daddy, three uncles, and her great-grandpa.

Anyway, one day (after she retired) she told me, in a sorrowful voice, that sometimes children’s lives are so broken that there really isn’t a way to help them.

I think of that often.  Sometimes I run into those adults who have been those very broken children.  I think you have also.

Now (as adults) they either become overly protective or abandon those they are responsible for.

Anyway, after years of farm living and farm work and being part of farm life–

I can say with strong conviction—if we treat all our animals right—they can take care of their little ones in a most loving manner.

Yep—we all strive to not break any pieces, ever.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Before I get ‘hate’ comments (by the way I will just spam them) let me explain:

If I were standing there facing you, I could/would place my hand on your heart and say to you, “God Lives Here!”

God(s) live in our hearts, filling our minds and souls with wonder.  Your God, My God,

We all can love and feel God- we just (each of us) see and understand things differently.

And That, my friends, is a very good thing.

“Every day, I ask God to show me how I can do things that will uplift people and glory him.  I always pray that I’ll have enough to share and enough to spare. God, please direct and lead me.”  Dolly Parton 

From my world to your heart,

Linda