The first thing I needed to start up my normal routine at home was a good workout. I put on my breeches, boots and half chaps and got to the stables as fast as I could. Gwinny and I had a happy reunion as I scrubbed her with the curry comb. She’s shed all of … Continue reading My first fall on horseback!
I have awoken to my own home for the first time since June and I know I am home for a while. That’s a good feeling. The journey home from the eastern seaside was a day of flying with Kira, and two days of driving for my men. All I can think is that car … Continue reading home to stay…feels so good
I rise early because I like morning. I especially enjoy the sunrise over the ocean. But the joy I get when I can share it with Donny, who also loves the morning, is the sparkle in my day. I shift my gaze from the colors of the rising sun spreading pink stripes across the ocean … Continue reading Seaside devotion
The month in Uganda crunched me a little, left me staggering and in critical need of rest and repair. I knew it before I departed for our side of the world. So I’ve slept. I’ve taken some leisure and I’ve travelled to the eastern shore of America to soak up the wonders of the beach. … Continue reading Coming out of my shell at the beach.
Last night Kira and I had a girls night only in our home. Daddy swooped in mid afternoon, gathered all four of his boys into the van, took the dog, and began to drive towards the outer banks in North Carolina. They’ll be on the road for three days. They have all the movies, Burn … Continue reading Transitioning to home life
Ecclesiastes 8:15 So I commend the enjoyment of life, because nothing is better for a man under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany him in his work all the days of the life God has given him under the sun. Experiencing America after a month in the … Continue reading I dont’ want to chase the wind.
After a month in Uganda I can’t think of a simpler pleasures that would give me more joy than seeing my husband and Jordan at the airport, sleeping in my own bed, or awaking to the sounds of home and my own strong rich coffee. The tower of work to do is intimidating me just … Continue reading We are Home, and already missing Uganda.