How is it that God just picks the right people for the right jobs?
It’s Father’s Day.
How is it that Jesus keeps us all a family?
It’s all pretty magic.
But I do think something is out there that sees something…
that we are then lucky enough to see.
I don’t know what this picture is, but I did when I took it….snow, mud, tracks, I know that.
But what is this combination? Not for me to know or see now.
I do remember the days after Jack and Lace were gone and when these pictures were taken.
I was riding along as I did before our lives were so busy with having children…
raising them, raising livestock, teaching them and ourselves how to live, act,
follow or not, right or wrong.
That day, there just seemed to be patterns everywhere…
I just stumbled on these today, looking for a Father’s Day picture, for the Father of my stock.
I don’t know if I was looking forward or back, likely neither just staying in present.
Or perhaps…..just looking…
For storage for things where new life is yet to be known…too precious to discard
…things to be mended…full of memory…
a premium moment.
Keep the feed dry ready, the palette ready to load….
He has a plan, we just don’t always see it right away.