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Getting ALL The Good

4 Mar

I lost my Gramma Marcie last June and I miss her dearly. We moved back to my grandparents’ ranch in Chugwater, WY when I was 12. Not only did I get to finish growing up just down the driveway from her, but she generously invited me to live with her twice in my college/pre-married years. I didn’t realize how impactful that time would be and I am forever grateful for those precious days.

I was cleaning up supper leftovers one night this week when I had a “Marcie Moment”. I scraped the mashed potatoes into the container using the serving spoon. Normally it would have been more than adequate. But I flashed back to standing next to Gramma at her stove. We were cleaning up supper dishes and she saw what was left in the pan of which I had “finished” removing the contents. She fished a rubber spatula out of a drawer and handed it to me, directing me to get every last bit. Waste not, want not.

So Gramma, this one was for you. I probably rolled my eyes at your concern for that tiny bit of food. But I thank God for every lesson you taught me. Especially to make sure I’m getting ALL the good out of each moment.


John 6:12

12 After everyone was full, Jesus told his disciples, “Now gather the leftovers, so that nothing is wasted.”

The Tragic Tale of the Tail in My Boot

22 Nov

Many of you will recall the heart wrenching story of the bee in my pop and the callous reaction from my father. As if that weren’t enough to send me straight into the arms of a weekly therapy session, I will now recount the tragic tale of the tail in my boot.

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I was probably about 10 years old and my Grammie Marcie had given me two bottle lambs out of her farm flock. In order to properly care for livestock, one must have the appropriate attire. For me, this included a pair of black irrigation boots from the local country store. I loved those boots and proudly wore them as I fed my lambs, cleaned their pen and filled their water tank.

One day, I innocently entered the garage and began to pull on my beloved boots. As my foot hit the bottom of the left boot, I felt something in the toe. I figured I must have left my wadded-up sock in the boot from the day before, so I took off the boot, held it upside down and whacked the bottom for good measure. But, instead of a white ball of sock, a little gray mouse came tumbling out! He scurried out the side door and left me with nothing to do but SHRIEK at the top of my lungs.

My dad must have been within ear shot, because he appeared in the next moment. I’m sure at the sound of the racket, he thought he’d find a daughter with a bloody stump or gouging head wound. Instead he found a mortified little girl, holding her boot upside down and having a severe attack of the willies.

A man of extensive personal experience regarding all things creepy, crawly and outdoors, he immediately realized what had happened and out of pure relief that his daughter was not maimed, he began to laugh out loud.

Seriously? What can a girl do to get some sympathy around here? Oh well, something else to discuss with my counselor.

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May your boots stay critter free and your sense of humor stay in tact!

God Bless You & American Agriculture,


Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:6 (NIV)

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