Trusting Till The Cows Come Home

I was laying in my bed, thinking about last summer. I couldn't write about it then, but now I can.  I still don't understand why things happened the way they did, but I do know God is in control.

It all started with Ruby Red, we got a call that we had a cow dead in the pasture. It was strange. Dad even cut her open to see if something internally was wrong. We couldn't find a thing wrong. She was pregnant too, so we lost not one, but two cows.

Anyways, our faithful, wonderful, dog Sarah was seeing her last days. I remember having her since like...forever. I don't remember any other dog. She was a sweet, kind thing. Never wanting to harm us, just the cats. :) We lost her too, last summer. Things just went down hill from there. We found Billy, the family's favorite milk cow, dead. We were trying to figure out how in the world she died. It was probably a month after Ruby Red died. Then Rosebud died shortly after, something was wrong. Our cows were dropping like flies. It was a disease called Black Leg. (Black Leg a noncontagious disease found in the soil.) We then vaccinated trying to save the rest of the herd, one more died, but not from Black Leg. Cream puff died from having a huge calf, the calf was born dead, and she died a few days later. Our loved and forever remembered donkey, Seymour, died too, from old age. Then Mickey, Luke's dog, died. 

It's was really hard when Rosebud died, for those of you who know me, she was my big baby. I raised her from a calf, bottle fed her when she was like 200 lbs, rode her a little, and had big plans for her. I was going to take her when I got older to be my milk cow. She was the one I would go to when I was sad. She would always cheer me up with her licking me and rubbing her head on me. Once you have a cow as a pet, they become your favorite animal.

A lot of our farm animals and pets died, and it reminded me that life on this earth is short. We need to trust God and look to him for our future, our day.

You see, we had a hard summer, but I'm not writing this so you'll feel bad for us, I'm writing this to give you guys hope! You see, even though those bad things happened God was watching out for us and blessing us still. We got Missy and Buddy, our two, new, wonderful dogs that are expecting, new friends, new cows in the future and so much more! God can take the bad things and turn them around! When we were having that hard time, we went to God a LOT!  He wanted to remind us that he is still there and to give HIM the glory and honor HE deserves! It's because of HIM we got this farm, because of HIM we have the cows, it's because of HIM we aren't falling apart! I have an amazing story that should cheer you up.

                   Trusting till the cows come home.....
We were all just sitting in the kitchen, chilling and eating lunch when dad gets a call. It's from our neighbor, (the guy who lives at the end of the dirt road.) The milk cows were in his yard. They were really far from home. We all jump into a vehicle and head out with Missy. (Our cow dog) Thinking that it'll probably be pretty easy. Run them down the dirt road   and into their pen. Well, the cows had other plans. They went down the road then  turned into the woods. Also, did I mention it was during deer season??? So, we are searching for hours for the cows, we can't find them anywhere. My dad decided to call it quits. All of our cows gone. We didn't know if we would see them again. Dad was hoping that maybe be milking time, they would show up. Every one went back into the house, with an atmosphere of defeat.  We were sitting in the kitchen,  when I felt like we should pray about this problem together. I asked daddy if we could pray, and we did. Not 5 minutes later, neighbor called. "Your cows are in my yard again I'll push them down the dirt road for you." We ran out side and sure enough the cows were coming home! All walking towards the barn! We praised God for the miracle of the cows coming home.


Even when bad things happen God is still there with us! He can work wonders! This is my favorite story, one I'll NEVER forget. God brought the cows home.

So, as I look back on last summer I thank God for all the hardships and loses, he taught me very important lessons. 

To not lay up treasures on this earth.

Things only last so long.

                                                              Put our trust in Him.
                                                        He is there, even in the bad times.
                                                     He gives us as much trials as we can handle.
                              




Also because of the hardship we went through, we know a little more. Every hard ship you learn a little more. With out them, how are we ever to learn?



                                        Here are some pictures of the animals we lost.

Cream Puff

 

Sarah

 

 Billy

 

 Seymour

Rosebud

 

 

 Mickey

We lost all of these, but gained more. We have great and wonderful memories that will last forever. I thank God for these animals and how they brought us joy and frustration. I thank God that I am able to have a pet cow, to live on a farm and know how to raise cows.


Thanks for reading what had been on my mind lately, the next post will be way more light hearted I promise!! :)  


Grace