Dwelling In Beulah Land Let the stormy breezes blow, their cry cannot alarm me; I am safely sheltered here, protected by God's hand: Here the sun is always shining, here there's naught can harm me, I am safe forever In Beulah Land. The strains of the third verse echo in this beautiful church. The words wash over me. He is safely sheltered here. . . protected by God's hand. The sun is always shining. . . naught can harm him. He's dwelling in Beulah Land. Elijah is safe from harm. My boy; naught ... View Post
When The Thunder Rolls
The rains came. The wind picked up and blew those storm clouds right over this farm; and the fields where we were haying. The gusts strong and the temperature change severe. Loose items on the farm blew around. The thunder roars. It is so easy to get discouraged. Everything hangs on the quality and the quantity of the feed. The rain is not a good part of the equation. Bale wrapping equipment can't run in the rain. Wet bales will not produce good feed. I wallow in the pit for a few minutes. I start to count the ... View Post
When The Wind Howls, How Will Your Structure Stand?
The temperatures have warmed. The wind howls, creating a recipe for an icy landscape. With each gust, shutters pull from the house, the tin loosens on the barn's rafters. I wonder just how long it will be before they are torn from their structures. The constant berating; weakening the structure unless careful attention is taken. These needs have been set aside as flooding, death and cancer cry for the immediate. The effects of neglect apparent. Integrity of structure compromised. Sometimes the end doesn't seem in sight. It ... View Post
