Thousands of Birds

My husband and were taking a ride through country roads and came across two soybean fields that from a distance looked like they was loaded with cotton ready to pick. But couldn't be because it was the end of December. 

As we got closer, I realized it was birds. Not hundreds but gazillons.  They totally covered the field.

After researching, I found out they were snow geese from Alaska, Canada and around the tundra. They travel over 3,000 miles with their migration route coming down through Tennessee and  Mississippi. So welcome guys. How do they arrange this migration? Do they get together and say, "Okay we leave on the 12th and will have a rest stop in Desoto County."

They wouldn't let me get close for better pictures. Could have been because my dog, Buddy was so excited and running ahead.

Also, took a picture of an old bridge on the way home. Always enjoy those riding around days even though I remember--that is what old folks do.

Shine on Those

 “By which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death to guide our feet into the path of peace.”

Luke 1:78-79

As we celebrate Christ’s birth, may we remember the shining light from heaven to show our way. Like the wise men, may we follow the light to the Savior. Thank you Father for the promise of guiding our feet into the path of peace.

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A Lesson On A Log

"Harness the horses, mount the steeds, take your positions with helmets on..." Jer. 46:4  

A friend has started a Bible Study in our neighborhood and we meet each week at her place.

Now what makes this unique is that we meet in her barn. You see, these ladies all share the same interests---a desire to study the Word of God and our love of horses.  So we meet, we study, then ride.  

 This week to change it up a little we went to a state park and rode.  So on a beautiful, crisp day we set out through the woods...

We had a fun ride going up and down the hills along beautiful trails. Then when one rider said her stomach was growling it was our signal for lunch. We stopped, tied the horses up and ate on a convenient log.

When lunch was over we sat on our log and studied the Christmas Story in Matthew and Luke. What a sweet story to be thinking about while you enjoyed being with friends, out in God's beautiful world with our horses  nearby. I thought about when our Savior was born and he was surrounded by God's animals and placed in a feeding trough. I thought about us just being a group of ladies, about six or seven, how could we ever make a difference? How could God use us? We are so unimportant in this whole scheme of life? Then I remembered how God sent an angel to a group of lowly shepherds. A group of nobodys. Yet God used them to give the greatest birth announcement ever presented. They in turn told everyone around. I pray God uses this small group of women to make a difference in our homes, to our friends, and to a lost world.

 We finished our ride and I have to put it in down in my book as a memory making day. Thank you Father for my love of horses, my friends, your beautiful woods, but most of all for the greatest gift of all, my Savior and His gift of salvation.

 Oh, and thank you also for the gift of laughter.