tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129659795643627523.post3571110265993588408..comments2024-02-13T07:52:06.849-08:00Comments on God and the Black River: For the Farmers by Susan L.Susan Starretthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426333136230212173noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129659795643627523.post-89042100671661364872016-06-27T07:15:05.593-07:002016-06-27T07:15:05.593-07:00I can also add that there was a lot of good times ...I can also add that there was a lot of good times that came about by dealing with animals. I never knew each species has its own particular "Mommy Voice". The soft, gentle moo of a cow whose wide eyed delight in her babe was sweet to hear. <br />The sheep had a deep, rolling baa reserved for lambs. These were sounds of an innocent and pure love that touched my heart each season. Susan Starretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03426333136230212173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129659795643627523.post-47532134136509989722016-06-26T00:51:08.306-07:002016-06-26T00:51:08.306-07:00It is such an insight to realize that you are stil...It is such an insight to realize that you are still angry that all the "stuff" was your responsibility. I understand that a lot. I too struggle to get over the resentment and anger in regards to misplaced responsibility. And it always surprises me what triggers it. I think I have dealt with it, and then I get blindsided. My determination, through the grace of God, is to realize that He is sovereign. He is sovereign now and He was sovereign at the time I resent. If He willed it, who am I to fight it. It really is a waste of energy. My head gets it - but boy oh boy the heart is still tender. It is a battle, which thankfully has been won, and has to be celebrated. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com