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Paid Back in Full

23 Jun

Chessy is a Morab Horse

Chessy and his biggest fan, Jenna.

Chessy and his biggest fan, Jenna.

IMG_2128. Like an Arab, he is smart, discerning, and careful about showing his emotions to one he does not trust. Like a Morgan he is handy, fancy, and determined. Little did I know that this little horse would pay me back in a way I never dreamed.

It was a brutally cold day in December when I discovered Chessy standing at the gate. Like all horse women and men, you can read a horse’s body language as a conversationalist does with an audience. I intuitively knew that there was something wrong.

I opened the gate and walked towards him and that’s when he turned his face towards me. His eye was literally in pieces.

I grabbed a leadline, fearful to put a halter on his face. In my other hand, I held my phone and shakely called my vet. She happened to be in the area and made a hasty drive to my farm. Upon inspection she did not give me good news. He would have to be transported to the University of Pennsylvania or she could remove his eye. Either way, this was a traumatic injury.

To give Chessy the benefit of saving his eye, I decided to send him. We made the harrowing trip to New Bolton Center and they met me at the bay. They had called in an equine optometrist and she encouraged me to see if they could save the eye by cleaning it and putting it back together.

After two days, Chessy had a roaring fever and an infection that was threatening his life. She decided to do a corneal transplant. He was under anesthesia and not doing well. She called to tell me that he was not doing well. I did what I always do, I prayed.

That night, I crept into the still barn at 9:00. He had tubes protruding from his head, they had drilled holes through his skull to flush continual antibiotics into the eye so that he would not reject it. For days, he was in a precarious position. He would gently lay his chin on my shoulder. I would scratch his funny spot, but he would not react. He was hurting and so was I.

Then I got a call from the vet stating that she felt that he could go home with the knowledge that I would have to give him medicine into his eye every two hours. I quickly gathered volunteers that would be willing to take night and day watches. I cleaned the stalls with bleach and fluffed his stall with soft straw.

It was not to happen. The day of transport I was told that he had double pneumonia and he could not go home as planned. He was moved to the ICU and was in critical care. Again he was administered meds that kept him quiet and comfortable. I went to see him and cried. Now tubes were surgically placed in his neck.

Again, I did what I do best, I prayed.

Within two weeks he had recovered and we planned to bring him home. But then came the crushing blow of them all. He had gone into colic and the impaction was in the small intestine. This was fatal without surgery. They had drugged him with heavy sedatives and were waiting for my reply.

My bill thus far was over $12,000 and I could not go further financially. He had been through too much and I made the painful decision to forgo the surgery. I left work early and went into his stall. His head hung to the ground, tubes hung from every main vein, he stirred when he heard my voice.

He tried to turn and face me, but the sedation made him stumble. I prayed over him. Placing my hands on his stomach I asked God to miraculously heal him. That’s when I heard the leading vet clear her throat to signify her presence.

“Jill, I am sorry. We will keep him comfortable until we cannot control the pain. We will let you know when we put him down,” she placed her hand on my shoulder. Finality was in her voice.

I was not ashamed of my tears, for they flowed like the beautiful Brandywine River that Chessy had crossed when he was healthy.

“I am believing that God will miraculously heal him, I hope I get a call with good news and not bad,” my sobbing took over and I could no longer speak.

“Jill, this colic is a death sentence. I am sorry,” she smiled faintly.

I slept fitfully that night, waiting for a phone call, but it did not come. At seven o’clock in the morning, my cell phone rang. I grabbed it and heard the vet on the end speak with disbelief. My little Chessy had pulled out of the colic.
I got off the phone and sunk to my knees, God had showed up in a circumstance that everyone else said was impossible.

Today Chessy is the favorite mount in my lesson program. He is gentle and kind. Always the gentleman, he is aware of every rider and their needs.

Little did I know that he would pay me back with kindness. Six months later I had accidentally left the main gate open. The horses had discovered my mistake and were peacefully eating in my backyard. Upon opening the garage door, my ever diligent guard dogs went after each horse with a vengeance. The herd took off.

Down the driveway they galloped and onto a major road and ripping towards a very busy highway only feet away. I was devastated. I grabbed grain, buckets, halters, lead ropes, and ran for my truck.

That’s when I heard their hoof beats coming closer.

Leading the herd was Chessy. He took them back down the driveway and into the open pasture gates. He had controlled the herd, comforted me by bringing them back, and showed me that he had never forgotten my kindness of saving his life.

What Is This????!!!!

11 Jun
Oh goody, Timmy is wearing a vest- another 2 pockets to stuff more treats in.

Oh goody, Timmy is wearing a vest- another 2 pockets to stuff more treats in.

We have a horse whisperer on our farm, his name is Timmy. The horses and ponies willingly follow him all over the farm. Most people marvel at his ability, but I know his ultimate training tool, tasty apple and oat cookies. He stuffs his pockets full of them and doles them out whenever the horses follow him.

One day I got a text from his mother, “In case you are wondering, Apple and Oat horse treats DO NOT wash or dry well!”

I promptly called her and she shared her absolute horror over what she discovered in his pant pockets. She thought it might be p**p from the horses, until Timmy set her straight.

Fuzzy and Three Angels

28 May

She was a handful, and then she discovered horses. Her behavior was so disturbing she went to a special school. Her mother had heard about equine therapy and that is how I came to know her.

She promptly fell in love with Fuzzy, a QH with an attitude. He was definitely not an equine therapy horse. After much begging and pleading I promised her an opportunity to ride him if she got a 100 on her behavior chart at school. Up to this point she was getting at most a 60. I was confident that Fuzzy would not be in her near future.

I was sure she would never get a 100, but that week she did. I had to hold my end of the bargain.

That Saturday I tacked up Fuzzy, praying for a miracle. Had I just set up this young girl to get hurt? I was sick to my stomach.

She came bouncing and jumping and yelling. Her excitement was too much to contain. Remarkably she quieted as she sat in the saddle and Fuzzy was a perfect horse. We did posting trot, sitting, standing in the stirrups and holding her balance in transitions. She was spectacular and so was this usually very naughty Quarter Horse.

Pushing my luck, we decided to do a lap of my property. As soon as we got out of the ring he leapt in the air and reared to gather leaves from the tree in our back yard.

I don’t lose my composure, but I did this time. I screamed for her to hold on! Helplessly I had to wait until Fuzzy came down on his own. Turning Fuzzy could have resulted in him falling and it seemed like an eternity until he came down. She grabbed mane and did everything explicitly.

Finally, he came down and that’s when she looked at me and said “Miss Jill, I don’t know why you are so upset, there were three angels keeping me on Fuzzy the whole time. As soon as they saw that I was safe they left me.”

Well, we do pray for God to protect our riders! Silly me, I should have known, God had sent His divine angels!

Thanks God! You always have all of our backs!

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A Dose of Hope

29 Nov

I am going to be honest.  I am a little discouraged.  It is hard for me to admit this because so many people see me as a positive encourager, but I am just a little “blue.”

So I am going to encourage myself and remind my broken heart of all that I am grateful for in my life.

1. I am a child of the Most High God- I am born again and know that I have a relationship and bond with God Almighty.  He has “stepped” into so many of my circumstances that He is as real to me as my husband.

2. I live a GREAT life- full of promise and hope.  I have a horse farm- how much greater can it get???

3. I have a supportive and loving husband who tells me constantly how much he loves me. I can look like a hot mess and he still tells me that I am the best looking woman he has ever seen (he needs glasses!).

4. I have my health.

5.  I live in the best country in the world!

6. I get to teach both riding lessons and students in a high school.  I am surrounded by greatness and they challenge me everyday of my life.

7.  I have great friends who know how crazy my life can get,and they still take time to encourage me.

I am going to stop now, because I am already encouraged to keep the faith, to trudge on and have hope.

How do you encourage yourself???  Please share!

Grit, Determination, and One Huge Burning Desire

7 Sep

Jenna learning how to jump Freckles

Jenna learning how to jump Freckles

“I was wondering if I could sign my daughter up for lessons?” her mother asked.
“Has she ever ridden before?” I asked.
“Yes, at another farm, but my daughter used to love horses and riding and now she does not want to go. I am really concerned. The girls there are not nice to my daughter,” the mother explained.

If there is something I can say with full confidence- We are a Farm that supports each other. No mean girls here. I will not put up with it. I will ask riders to leave if they try to build factions or put others down. We are a farm that shows love to all and failure to do so results in swift repercussions.

I always evaluate riders before I put them with an instructor or in a lesson. I want to see what they know, how they handle themselves, and what they can do on a horse.

Jenna came with a big smile, but she was nervous and unsure of herself. She would almost shake if the horse looked at something, giving me an indication that she was afraid. She was on my placid, super sweet Pumpkin and one thing he will do is catch his rider. There was nothing to fear on the back of this beautiful Quarter Horse. She did not know how to work with the horse, her actions were forced and her breathing was fragmented showing me that she was facing a giant burden of fear.

I decided that she should ride on our wonderful, comfy couch Milkshake and take instruction from Miss Tori. Jenna fell in love with Miss Tori and with Milkshake. Within three months, this little girl went from fearful to showing Milkshake. She now jumps and canters. Jenna has conquered her fear because she has learned to trust in a famous four legged pal and a beautiful trainer that has a heart of gold.

Cleaning tack before the horse show, Jenna looked up at me and said, “Never fear, GOD is here!”

She has learned more about life, love, friends, and riding because she conquered a mountain of fear. Great job Jenna, our job has been fulfilled- you learned the most valuable lesson of all- that With God ALL things are possible!

Hey have you ever had to conquer a mountain of fear? Did you ever lose your confidence about something you loved? Please share!

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What? I Cannot Do That!

2 Sep

“What do you mean, I have to change my life style?” I asked with tears involuntarily forming in my eyes.

“Jill, you are a human, not a supernatural character.  You have to take it slower, much slower,” my doctor continued to click on the computer keys our conversation.  It had to be documented.  I was warned, he had protocol to follow, and I would need to accept his conclusion.

I left the office defeated. An apple asked to change its purpose, water not allowed to roam free, or a horse never allowed to gallop- I was truly trapped.

How does one change their life style like a flick of the switch. I could not turn off this light. It burned too deeply.  I could not have heard worst news then the dreaded C word.  My life was in danger and it needed to be changed.

I had to work less, de-stress, smell the roses, eat better, and find joy instead of trouble.  How could I lighten a load that I knew would be too much for anyone else to do, until my instructors suggested that they do  the scheduling of their lessons.  Then I had friends offering to feed the horses in the morning, then my students were coming over to clean the stalls, and I found my heart brimming with joy.  My load had been lightened with no work on my part.

They carried my burden and for that I am not only eternally grateful, but considerably more healthy.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27

Do you need a life style change? Try to smell those roses.  Delegate your work load. Give up that control and let others help you carry the burden you were never supposed to carry in the first place!


It is Official- He is Now an Authentic Rider

23 Jul
Jacob is an authentic rider, ready to conquer any challenge!

Jacob is an authentic rider, ready to conquer any challenge!

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As soon as I walked up, I knew something was wrong. Jacob is our tour director, educator, helper, assistant, rider, and most importantly an encourager at the farm. So when I saw his sweat stained brow and dirt encrusted cheeks sitting in a chair sipping a bottle of water, I instantly knew that something was very wrong.

“I am fine!” was his greeting to me.

That’s when a cacophony of voices rose in one and told me that Jacob fell off of Milkshake.

“What happened?” I asked incredulously. Falling is not something I ever want a rider to experience, but it is a necessary rite of passage for all riders if they intend to be great riders.

Jacob is a special rider that has literally transformed himself from an angry, easily frustrated youth, to a gentle man that seeks to please others over himself. It is touching to see how this young man has gained strength, wisdom, love, kindness, joy, and peace through his discovery of what he could accomplish on the back of an opinionated Appaloosa pony named Milkshake.

He had just learned how to canter, a huge milestone for someone who was afraid to even trot. This transformed him into a confident rider that was ready to attempt jumping and cantering regularly.

When he was given an opportunity to have a free ride, he decided to perfect his canter. Milkshake was only too happy to oblige and that’s when it happened. He got off balance and realizing that he was slipping, he threw his leg over the saddle, pushed himself away from the galloping hooves and did an emergency dismount. He rolled away from the horse- textbook perfect. He was shaken, Milkshake was startled and stood over his good buddy. Everyone launched into action. Rider down. All hands on deck. Tori, the instructor was checking the damage, Eva was holding his hand, Rachel grabbed the horse, Megan was calming the other riders. The well oiled Raise Your Dreams Farm Team was reacting to their friend and fellow team mate, and when he got up all clapped as his mother shed a tear.

Eva held his hand and lead him out of the ring. He said he was not afraid to get back on, he just needed to sit awhile. That’s what happened prior to me getting to the riding ring.

“Jacob, it is official,” I said rubbing his shoulder.

“What, Miss Jill,” he said.

“You are now an authentic rider. There is not one great rider out there who has not had a fall. It just means that you are a true rider. Fair weather riders would just give up, but not you. I am proud of you Jac!”

I grabbed his hand and he grabbed mine. I knew then that Jacob has conquered a lot in his short life, but that day revealed the man he has become. I am glad Jacob rides at my farm, he has just demonstrated his character.

Raising Dreams

23 Jun

He was a tall, distinguished man.  He drove to the barn in a beautiful European sports car.  He was impeccably dressed and he insisted on hiring grooms to handle his horses.  He had five.  He loved to fox hunt and he would drive to the location of the hunt and someone would be there to meet him with the horse of his choosing.

That’s why I was shocked to see him at the barn at six o’clock in the morning.  He had khaki’s and a polo shirt.  He had pulled a cap on his head and I hardly recognized him.  He came to the ring and was watching me ride.  A perpetual early bird, riding first thing in the morning is always the best way to start off any day.  He stood at the rail and watched me riding.  I pulled up and we exchanged pleasantries.  He told me that he had bought yet another horse.  I was surprised.  He shared that he would like to have that special relationship that he saw so many of the riders had with their horses.  He then said that watching me ride made him envious, it seemed that we were one with each other.

Fearful that I would offend him, I offered my observations about what he was looking for.  He was searching for a relationship with his horses.  That every good horse person I understands that it is only established through the good, bad, hard, easy, enlightening, frustrating rides on a horse.  It is grooming your horse and handing over carrots with their tops on, peeled apples, and molasses drizzled on ginger snaps.  It is riding with persistence and determination to be a team, a partner with the horse, and that anything short of that hard work will never lead to a relationship that will be unlike any other.

He looked at me quizzically.  It was an epiphany.  No one had explained it to him like that.  A horse was like one of his cars.  Boredom or lack of a connection lead him to exchange horses.  He asked if I would help him to understand horses better.

Are you on the verge of giving up on a project, horse, friend, relationship, horse, pony, etc.?  Consider the lessons missed, the relationship building, and a deeper character being formed. 

Be inspired, full of hope, claim your prize-  Believe.  I believe and know that you are an overcomer.  Trust not in yourself, but in God Almighty.  Ask Him to show the lessons that need to be learned and most importantly ask that you are always willing to do what is hard- change.

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Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth  Proverbs 10:4Image

Without A Doubt

27 May

It was happening again, this time it came in the form of an incessant phone ringing.  Then a swarm of bees hovered around me stinging my arms, neck, and face. I screamed, I cannot stand this place- I just keep getting attacked.  That’s when Sharon grabbed the phone and called her pastor. What on earth is she doing that for, I wondered. I was not going to talk to her stupid pastor. I could hear her say that she would get me. She was insisting that I stop putting the horses out and listen to her pastor. I grabbed the phone ready to tell this guy that I did not need him. As he started to talk about Jesus and that there is a constant war going on for our souls. He said something about the blood of Christ and then I just tuned him out. With that the phone started to ring while I was on it with him.

“Ok, how do I get this phone to stop ringing?” I was now holding back tears and my throat had constricted, making my voice squeak.  The control freak in me was realizing that I had no control and I was terrified.

“I do not know how to make it stop, but I do know that if you ask Jesus into your heart, you will have His power to make it stop,” he said.

Hearing the word power lightened my heart.  I knew that he spoke of the only thing that I needed and wanted in my life.  I knew that this is what I needed.  I was coming against a force that was strangling my confidence.  I was in a war that was literally not of this world.  Since staying at this beautiful mansion in the heart of historic New Jersey, I had chairs move, groaning sounds emanating throughout the house , lights going on and off, the stereo turning on and playing rap and heavy metal simultaneously, and an ominous feeling that there was a presence in this beautiful home.  My girlfriend, Kim, and her husband had rehabbed this abandoned home and restored it to his original splendor.  It was her pride and joy.  She put up a state of art horse facility that was unprecedented in this area of the country.  As a horse lover, trainer, and instructor, she asked me to watch her place and take care of the horses while she and her family took a much anticipated vacation.  I jumped at the chance.  Who would not want to enjoy the luxuries that this home provided?  That is what I thought, but little did I know that it held a secret that would tear at my soul and convince me that this world is only one part of what we experience.

The other part was one that many people may have never experienced.  It seemed that this home was a portal for these demonic spirits that were tormenting me.  Kim had shared with me that she had felt a presence here and even when she looked at the home while it was abandoned lights would go on even though there was no electricity to the home.

While staying there I had experienced horrific thing.  I had scratches on my body that appeared in the middle of the night while I slept fitfully.  The next night all of the lights in this massive home went on at once.  I was scared beyond words, my faithful dog was out of her head with fear, barking and growling.  I could not stay in this home.  So I set the alarm and took off for the safety of my own home in Delaware.  Now I was appearing at the farm early in the morning, feeding the horses and taking care of the chores.  Then I would stay late, setting the home’s alarm and driving back to my home for some rest.

It was Friday September 1st 1995 and it was 7:00 in the morning.  I had already been attacked by bees and welts were appearing all over my body.  Now the phone was ringing.  I would grab the phone in the office of the barn and no one would be on it, just the sound of a disconnected call met my ears.  It was as if it was synchronized.  I would grab a horse to put it in the field and as soon as my foot hit the aisle, the phone would ring.  I would push the horse back and close the stall door and run to the office to grab the phone.  This went on for an hour.  That’s when Sharon, my best friend, sensing that I was in danger met me at the farm on this particular morning.  She was spooked by this farm, home, and happenings that I had relayed to her.

That’s what prompted the phone call to her pastor.  Apparently she had talked to him the night before sharing what was happening to me.  In the Pastor’s wisdom he shared that I should call him.  Instead of me calling him she took it upon herself to call for me and this is what lead to our conversation.

“Ok, how do I get the power?” the phone was still ringing while I was speaking interrupting me from hearing him respond.

I repeated louder this time, “How do I get the power?”

“Ask Jesus into your heart,” he said simply.

“Really? That’s all I need to do?” I was incredulous.  Though I did not know what this meant.  It seemed simple enough and obviously I needed it.

“Yes, would you like to ask Jesus into your heart?” he said.

“I would love to ask him into my heart,” I said with sincerity.

“Great, repeat after me.”

“Ok,” I said.  Suddenly the ringing of the phone stopped and I could hear him completely.

“God, I recognize and know that I am a sinner.  I know that you have made a way for me to live in Your glorious presence by the sacrifice of your Son on the cross.  Jesus shed his blood for my sins.  I know and recognize that He is Your Son.  You made a way for me to be free of sin and I ask you now to come into my heart.  Please live with me forever and make me a new creature. Amen.”

I repeated him word for word, but I could not digest what I said exactly.  All I knew was that this journey would be one that I would never forget.  Little did I know that this was only the beginning of a supernatural war that lasted one year.  It was during this year of sheer terror that I saw, witnessed, heard, and believed EVERYTHING that was ever said in the Bible as truth.  I slept, read, memorized the Bible.  It gave me a peace that has never left me.  I knew that the only thing that could come against the demonic forces was Jesus himself.  I know that I am one of the few that has actually lived in a world of supernatural terror but it has allowed me to see God’s Splendid Glory at work.   During this year God put into action of  transforming my life into a powerhouse for Jesus Christ.  I will be eternally grateful to Him for saving my life from the pit of hell.  I KNOW that Jesus will transform yours too.  Ask Him into your life as I did and live a life full of promise and hope.

Do you need answers for your life?  They can all be found in the ultimate instruction manual- the Bible. Pick one up today and read about the life of Jesus and His followers. 

Trust in God with all of your heart, lean not on your own understanding.  Acknowledge Him in all that you do and He will direct your path. Prov. 3:5-6



With God ALL Things Are Possible!

26 May

“What do you want to do when you grow up?” my mother asked me.

“Mom, I want to have a horse farm someday,” she just smiled.  She knew it would be impossible because she would not even allow me to take riding lessons.  I grew up with a burning desire, that kept me awake at night.  I was not like all of my other friends, dreaming of their husbands and children.  I grew up dreaming of my farm, complete with horses, dogs, and cats.

I graduated college and then I started taking riding lessons.  As a total beginner, I was put in with the young riders.  I was twenty-two years old and these six and seven year olds could ride circles around me, literally.

I increased my lessons, graduated to leasing a horse, and then the ultimate dream, owning my first horse, Raise Your Dreams, a thoroughbred-cross.  I took lessons with an Olympic Coach that came to America periodically.  I increased in my skills and ability and others noticed.  I was getting asked by others to teach them or train their horses.

Then my girlfriend asked if I would teach at her beautiful farm in Mullica Hill, NJ.  It was state of the art, vacuums for the horses, hot and cold wash stall, indoor, several outdoor rings, and trails for miles.  It was here that my dream of having my own farm burned even more deeply.  I learned as much as I could.  I was there early and stayed late.  I fed the horses, mucked, ordered feed, organized shows, wrapped legs, held horses for the vet, and I gleaned as much as I could about owning and operating a farm.

I bought a house in Delaware.  It was in a great neighborhood with fantastic neighbors.  The house had been somewhat neglected.  It came complete with shag carpet, dark paneling, olive green kitchen appliances, and an old smell.  What the house did have going for it, was that it had great bones.  Under the shag carpet was beautiful red oak throughout the whole house.  I took the paneling off, took down non-supportive walls, rehabbed the kitchen, and painted the whole house.  I did all of this by myself with the help of my father.  He would teach me, and then off I would go.  I sanded the floors on my hands and knees, I stained every inch, painted every wall, and the whole time I kept repeating to myself that this was temporary.  I knew that this home was the starting point of my farm.

If I could increase its value then I could find a farm.  I spared no expense in getting it beautified.  I loved every inch of it.  It showed because my friends and neighbors noticed how much the home had changed.  I told everyone my plan- I would buy a horse farm within five years of owning this home.  They would shake their heads in agreement, their eyes betrayed them, I knew they thought I was crazy.

In the mean time, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior.  (I will share how that happened in another blog)  I just kept praying for a farm.  I searched in four states, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Delaware, and New Jersey.  My friends kept saying that I did not know what I was getting myself into and that as a single woman I was clearly setting myself up for failure.  I said that I would rather fail then never try.

As a teacher making $40,000 a year was not going to buy a farm, but I kept believing that God had given me this desire.  I would beg for Him to take it away from me.  Instead, my vision grew more precise, I could see the farm.  It had a curving driveway that was tree lined.  The home was yellow, my favorite color, and had red accents.  Then God revealed that it would be in New Jersey.  I wondered how it would all happen.  I started to become insecure and unsure.  My friends were heavily influencing me.  Their doubt was seeping into my being.  How would I afford it?

I just kept asking God for a sign.  Like a child, I needed a strong hand to lead me.  There were times that I too doubted whether God wanted me to get a farm.  A single woman making $40,000 a year, could not buy a farm.  That is when I clung to my main verse-Image

Then the ultimate push came from God.  I sold my house without it being for sale.  A man stopped by and said, ” I love this house, I drive by it all of the time.  I have seen how much work you put into it.  Would you consider selling it?”

We agreed upon a price and it was sold in cash within three weeks.  Now there was nothing holding me back, I just made enough on this deal that I could buy a farm.  I employed a real estate agent and we searched the whole state of New Jersey.  We saw beautiful barns, ugly homes, ugly barns, and beautiful homes.  Unfortunately, none of them fit the description in my head and the vision that God had given me.  Doubt flooded me and I wavered in my resolve.  I was turning forty years old on June 3 of that year, and I gave a test to God.  If I did not have a farm by June 3 then I would move into a condo and call it quits on this dream of mine. 

March came and went.  April came and went with no prospect.  Then May first, I got a call from my realtor.  A farm just came up and she said that I should check it out.  I drove to Woodstown, NJ and found a farm with a curving driveway that was tree lined.  It had a beautiful yellow home with red accents, two barns, ten acres, and it was the exact vision that God had given me.

I put in an offer on May 1st and closed on the home on May 31st.  I spent my fortieth birthday in my hot tub overlooking my horses in my pasture at my very own farm.

I did it, with God.  He gave me my heart’s desire, a true miracle.  My life has never been the same.  Psalm 37:4 Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.

Christian Broadcasting Network came out and did a story on my farm and how God gave me the impossible.  You can find it at http://www.cbn.com/tv/1426203815001.

Please be encouraged and know that God has a plan for all of us.  This is what I do know, that God created a great work in you and He will carry it out!  Trust in Him with all of your heart.  Don’t let doubt creep into your heart, just hold steadfast on your dreams.  Remember it will not be easy.  It will be the hardest thing you have ever done, but it will be worth it.

Peace and Love!

Need prayer or need to be encouraged?  Drop me a note, and I will pray for you. 

Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, lean not on your own understanding and He will lead you. Prov. 3:5-6

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