Regular readers may have noticed that I haven't been blogging from the ranch. That’s because—and you can’t imagine how it pains me to say this—I left the ranch. More specifically, I left a husband whose words, actions, and choices made life unbearable and sometimes dangerous. I was afraid to leave—afraid of retribution, of what would become of the animals and ranch, of starting a new life with next to nothing, of the grief and shame of a failed marriage. But when the fear of staying became greater than the fear of leaving, I left.
I had a dream that our ranch would one day be a place for redemption and healing, a haven for abused women and children to regain hope, serenity, and self-esteem through counseling, prayer, and therapy work with the livestock and garden. Ironically, I now find myself desperately seeking hope, serenity, and self-esteem!
A few days ago, I got to help give shots at a branding. Although my eyes were red and watering from the blowing smoke and dust, limited sleep, and tears, I did manage to snap one good photo. It's not taken on the ranch I love, but at least it's from a ranch!
“Faith never knows where it is being led, but it loves and knows the One who is leading.” –Oswald Chambers