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I Drive A Barn Truck

2 Feb
There is nothing better than a 5 foot woman driving a Barn Truck and enjoying every minute of it!

There is nothing better than a 5 foot woman driving a Barn Truck and enjoying every minute of it!

Owning a horse or a farm is a way of life. It is one that seeps into the soul. The priorities change dramatically from impeccable dress to functioning informal barn wear. With these changes come the most obvious. The cute sports car needs to be replaced with a full sized truck with the ability to haul 20 tons of horse flesh, tack, and trailer. Home and garage become necessary storing places for the overwhelming equipment needed for a horse, or in my case, horses.

Owning my farm for twelve years and horses for over twenty-five years, I have accumulated a massive amount of tack, clothing and equipment for my horses. I have accepted the term as clean to mean that there are only a few strands of hay floating through the house and dog slobber just gives the house character. I just never realized that my life style has consumed all of my life. When my mom suggested that we get together for lunch, I jumped at the chance to escape the farm and live in a world where people do not get up at 3:30 in the morning to feed the horses, where I can smell wafts of perfume, nails are polished, and beautiful jewelry sparkles in the sunlight.

I drove to my mom’s pristine beautiful home in northern Delaware. My mother is a lover of cleanliness and I grew up as a child in a museum. There was no such thing as dirty in the house. With four children we all had chores and we carried them out with synchronicity every Saturday morning under the watchful eye of my mother. You could eat off of the kitchen, basement and garage floors. Therefore my mother was very upset when I decided to forgo a pristine life for one of perpetual dirt, manure, horse hair, and chaos.

My mother climbed into my truck and took a look around. “How can you drive in this?” she was puzzled, how could the daughter that she had raised to wear Aignne designer boots, Talbot clothes, and Dooney and Bourke purses stoop to this level. What was even worse, I had dirt under my unpainted nails. My hair was tucked under a red baseball cap and I had not a stitch of make up on. We were going to catch lunch and I was going to drive.

“Mom, this is NOT dirty! I just cleaned it. I only have what I need,” I feigned that I was upset with her comment.

She reached into the back seat and grabbed a duffel bag that had whips, britches, a helmet, carrots, and an apple that was beginning to turn brown. Then she pulled the wool cooler off of the floor and a Raise Your Dreams Farm sweatshirt fell from beneath it. She grabbed leather reins and a brand new halter tangled on the floor. She held up the latest horse magazines from the pocket holder on the door under her handle. She started to hold all of these items on her lap.

I started to laugh. She frowned and told me that she was not finished. She reached onto the seat behind me and grabbed a few books that I had meant to give to my students, and then she held up a few ribbons left from the last horse show. My laughter was now uproarious; her frown was beginning to deepen from the impending weight on her lap. Next she glanced in the back of the truck bed and then she started to laugh. It was that type of laugh that tells you that someone is on the brink of breaking.

“Jill! You have two bags of cat food, a couple bags of grain, swimming trunks, water shoes, leadlines, thick ropes for tying hay down, and of course tufts of hay!” she exclaimed.

I shrugged my shoulders and held up my hands. I was guilty of driving a Barn Truck. Owning a horse farm means that one needs to get used to lowering their standards, my idea of clean was painstakingly obvious that it was not hers.

Do you have a barn car or truck? What is in it? What are the reactions of your family and friends when they go for a ride? Please share, we LOVE to hear what you have to say!

Love Has Come

24 Feb

What can make you soar with glee? Is it the sound of rushing hooves? Is it the sound of a wonderful song? A great memory?

For me, it is thinking of what Jesus did for me when He hung on the cross.  With a heavy heart I came to know Jesus Christ when I had no where else to turn to.  It was with this heart that has been transformed.  Don’t get me wrong, I am NOT perfect, far from it.  What I am, is a child of the most high God.  Redeemed by the blood of His precious love.

It was a beautiful September morning. My best friend, Sharon,  was meeting me at the barn. I had agreed to take care of another friend’s barn full of 20 hungry horses.  It was here that I came to believe in Jesus Christ.

My friend had bought this old delapidated farm. Though once beautiful, it had fallen into disrepair. She and her husband fell in love with the grand old house, and set about restoring it to its former glory. They made the vacant 8,000 square foot home into a mini palace. Chandeliers in every room, fireplaces with gorgeous carved mantlepieces, balconies, surround sound, and dimmed lighting made the house a true masterpiece. While staying there I learned that I was not entirely alone.  My faithful dog, Amy, refused to come in.  After much coaxing, she reluctantly made her way in, but she was fitful and whinny.  I was a little nervous, there was a sense that I was in dangerous territory.  Lights would flicker, music would come on, the TV would not work or it would switch channels without me touching it. Chairs would move, thumping sounds would rumble from the upstairs, and the most agitating was the sound of the phone ringing constantly with no one on the line.

Sharon was a born again Christian.  I was, as they say a sinner in need of a Savior.  I lived on the “fast” side of life. I was a natural thrill seeker, always searching for whatever filled my need for excitement.  She was the ying and I was the yang.  I understood her and she understood me.  I appreciated her faith and she appreciated my “take life by the horns and hold on” approach to life.

Little did I know that her faith would protect me and keep me safe until that fateful day, Friday September 1st, 1995.  

She was meeting me in the barn every morning because I could not do the chores. I was continually harassed by this demonic force and its harassment had now ventured into physical harm. We started to methodically feed the horses and then begin to put them out.  Every time I stepped into the aisle with a horse, the phone would ring.  I would hurriedly put the horse back into the stall and run to the office to answer the phone.  Remarkably, no one was on the line.  This continued until Sharon said that she was calling her pastor.  With that she stormed off into the barn office.

It was her fear that prompted the call.  It was my feeling of sheer despair and knowing that I could not control what was happening to me that allowed me to reveal that I was powerless and hopeless.  I followed her into the office only to be met with the phone being shoved into my face.  Sharon told me that her pastor wanted to talk to me.

He shared that I was in a dangerous place.  That I needed the blood of Jesus to protect me.  What I thought to myself was how weird these Christians are.

Then without provocation, the phone began to ring while I was talking to the pastor.  Thoroughly unnerved, I began to scream that he needed to make it stop.  He told me that if I asked Jesus, He was the only one that would have the power.  I asked him how I could do that and that’s when he lead me in the sinner’s prayer.

“Lord, I am a sinner in need of your grace.  Please live in my heart and transform me.  I know that I can and will do all things through you.”

The Pastor told me that I now have the power to overcome these demonic forces.  Little did I know that my life would dramatically be changed and transformed through that one decision, to accept Jesus into my life.

I am not saying my life became a bed of roses, but it has been one full of adventure, discovery, and a love that I have never received in my life.  I am and always will be a child of the most high God, Jesus Christ.  I have never had such peace, contentment, and fulfillment until I came to know my precious Savior.  I used to make in fun of those “weird Bible thumping freaks.”  Now I am one of them.  Yes, I believe in the supernatural. I have seen with these eyes both demons and angels.  I have experienced supernatural battles that no one could believe.  I know there is a war going on for lost souls.  These are the last days and it is time to make a decision.  Are you for or against God?  Will you accept Jesus as the Son of God?  If not, I implore you to consider what will happen to you.

Trust me, I can empathize with you.  I was there. I could not believe that Jesus walked on water, rose from the dead, or died for me.  Now that I am on the other side, I cannot believe it any other way, but knowledge fills my heart and soul with the affirmation that Jesus is the Son of God, and He LOVES me. Most importantly, He LOVES YOU!

Let me know where you stand?  I love your comments!!!Image

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