Have a few of Lucy playing with string:


And this is why you should never try to make your bed with the cat in the room:


“This is a job for… Super Lucy!”


“Move? But I’m comfy here.”

Happy Friday, everyone! 🙂

Back in August, I did a little shoot with Blue, partly for fun and partly in hopes of getting some pictures I could submit to a photo contest (which I did enter, but sadly did not win). The result was nearly 200 pictures, and it was hard narrowing it down to just four. This horse is ridiculously photogenic.

I did a few fairly traditional portrait shots:DSC_0383cs



Some action shots:


A little silliness:



And some “artsy” shots:


That last one is my favorite.

Meowy Christmas!

Twilight and Lucy hope your Christmas was purr-fect!


New kitty bed is Twilight-approved


“Why yes, I am actually comfortable like this.”

Hope you all had a fabulous Christmas, and may you all be very, very blessed this coming year! 🙂

Employment. I Has It.

I mentioned in my previous post that I had a new job. However, unlike the various temp/seasonal jobs I’ve been working for the past 5 years, this one is decidedly more long-term.

It started innocuously enough: I got a call from the temp agency asking if I was available to work at one of the local artisan nougat places the following week. Not having worked since before my trip to the States, I said yes. The first week went smoothly and they asked me to come back the next week, and then the next. At the end of the third week, the boss called me into his office and said, “I have a proposition for you.” He went on to explain that one of the employees was taking a parental leave on top of her maternity leave, and asked if I was interested in replacing her during that time. My reaction: “Um, wow.”

Funny how we’re always asking God for stuff and then get all surprised when He delivers. 😉

Anyway, as of mid-September I am officially an employee and will be staying for the next two years. After that? Who knows. In the meantime, it’s nice to finally have some real financial stability.

Also, just to show that God doesn’t do things halfway, my hours are such that I can still go to the barn and ride 2-3 times a week. Add to that the fact that everyone is super friendly and the place is overall pretty quiet, and this is basically the perfect job. Not to mention the nougat is really good. 😉

Playing Catch-Up, Part 1

Hello everyone!

I meant to post this much sooner, but between my new job and recent events, it kind of got pushed down the priority list (okay, and I’ve been procrastinating too).

Anyhow, December (and therefore winter) may be upon us, but these pics from June should warm you right up. They’re from the barn’s end-of-the-year show, which was a ton of fun and featured some pretty awesome costumes:


More to come shortly…

Stunned, But Not Broken

A week and a half after the Paris attacks, I think that phrase best describes the French people at the moment. This definitely hit harder and was a much bigger shock than the Charlie Hebdo attacks back in January.

For me, in a way this was 9/11 all over again, except this time I wasn’t on the other side of the Atlantic. This time I was just a few hours away. I was actually watching the France-Germany soccer game on TV with my family, and we heard the explosions outside the stadium. Of course, it wasn’t until after the game that we found out that those loud bangs weren’t firecrackers like we’d initially assumed. To be honest, I’d have much preferred it had been firecrackers (even though those things are banned from stadiums for a reason).

I had been prepping a long-overdue blog update earlier in the day and had planned on posting it after the game, but instead I wound up staying up until 3 am following the news. I’m amazed I managed to sleep at all that night, and the next couple of days were hard.

On the plus side, the response from all over the world has been pretty amazing. I had a number of people in the States check in and make sure I was okay, my Facebook feed has been flooded with French flags, and I don’t think I’ve heard La Marseillaise sung so often in a single week. The French are determined to not let this break them, and it’s wonderful to see the rest of the world (well, most of it, anyway) rallying around in support.

That said, I just hope this wave of support lasts more than a couple of weeks. I remember back in January “Je suis Charlie” was everywhere for about two weeks, and a month later it seemed like no one was talking about it anymore. It seems that with the advent of social media trends flare up and die out a lot faster than they used to. The thing is, we’re going to need prayer and support for more than just a few weeks. It’s going to take a while for everyone (particularly those directly affected) to process and deal with what happened, and who knows how long the fight against ISIS is going to last.

I don’t expect the world to revolve around France for the foreseeable future (nor should it – as others have pointed out elsewhere, there are other situations that need attention and prayer as well). Just don’t forget about us, okay?

Le Musée du Désert

Back in July, we had some friends over from the States, and while they were here we took them to visit the Musée du Désert (the Desert Museum) in the Cévennes region. Despite the name, said museum is not about the desert. It’s actually about the Protestant history of the area, specifically the Huguenots, of which I am a descendant on my mom’s side.


The museum is in what used to be a house belonging to a Protestant pastor named Pierre Laporte (also called Rolland). It’s full of exhibits on the history of the Protestant Reformation, major pastors and preachers, as well as significant events in that area.


A significant portion of the exhibits were dedicated to the period of persecution that lasted from when Louis XIV revoked the Edict of Nantes, making Catholicism the only acceptable religion in France, up until about the time of the French Revolution. During that time, Protestant congregations in the Cévennes often met out in the countryside, which was mainly desert, hence the name of the museum. They became very adept at hiding their Bibles and other accessories; for example, they converted barrels and ladders into collapsible pulpits and printed tiny Bibles and prayer books that women could hide in their buns:

A barrel pulpit

A barrel pulpit

"Bun Bibles"

“Bun Bibles”

Pastor Rolland also had a hiding place in his house that he could duck into whenever soldiers came looking for him:


There were a number of memorials for pastors, preachers, and others who were killed or imprisoned for their faith:


"Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness." Matthew 5:10

“Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness.” Matthew 5:10

This is a prayer written by a Protestant galley slave:


“Lord, may I see
This iron ring I wear
As a wedding ring
And these chains I drag
As the chains of Your love.”

The Huguenot cross

The Huguenot cross