Oh this is so fun. I can't wait to introduce you to this ministry. Since Miracle became a Miracle, I have had a few back and forths with a blog reader (and now friend) in Alabama. Isn't that so fun? Unto itself, I have always loved the relationships and connections I have solely because of this blog. It's amazing to me.
Susie asked if she could send us something and on Saturday, during the blizzard, this arrived in the mail. A darling little lamb ornament in honor of Miracle. I love it so much. It will be hung on our wall as a darling reminder of all we have seen.
So the lamb alone is adorable. But the best part is that it is made by women who are fleeing domestic abuse or homelessness, finding their footing and living in safe homes across Alabama. The ministry is called Prodigal Pottery and you really should go and bop around their site. It is beautiful and so inspiring.
The website says, "Prodigal Pottery's mission is to provide a safe and therapeutic work environment for women in need that develops healthy professional skills, interpersonal relationships and spiritual depth. We transform the lives of at-risk women by providing them with meaningful employment, while equipping our staff with the entrepreneurial skills needed to succeed."
The scripture just above their mission statement is, 'For this son of mine was dead and is alive again. He was lost and is found.' And they began to celebrate.
I love that last part...they began to celebrate! Amen! I want to celebrate this good work being done in Alabama too!
So check out their etsy shop. I love the leaf soap holders. What a perfect gift. And the oval platter. Their products are truly gorgeous and completely unique. (It also makes me want to start playing with clay again!) So check them out. And thank you so much Susie (and Jamie!) for such a thoughtful, heart-felt and surprise gift. It really means a lot to me.
Miracle is back in the house

Tuesday morning I went out to the barn to take pictures of Rory and Miracle and when we got out there it was obvious that Miracle was not well. He had been slowly showing signs of poor healthy over the previous 24 hours, and when we went out for morning chores he was barely able to stand on his legs.
Rory called the vet and immediately she suspected pneumonia. She said there are many cases of barn animal pneumonia this spring because the humidity and temperatures have fluctuated so greatly for such a long time. She recommended a special medicine that they only carried at their Owatonna office. So Rory brought Miracle back in the house for extra warmth and care and then made the drive to Owatonna.
We were very worried about Miracle and unsure if he was going to rally. But the little kids were so pleased to see their pal back in the house.
So Miracle is hanging out with the family once again. Which means he will not be lacking for entertainment. This week Ivar and Elsie have been building a kitty cat club house for the kittens out of boxes and tape. It is darling and hilarious and very, very entertaining.
Now Miracle has been in the house another whole day and has had two doses of antibiotic and b-complex. And he's looking better. I will tell you what, this is one very well-loved lamb. And he's got quite the life story to tell!
an update on Miracle
Also, I wrote this out on Monday night. Since then a whole lot has happened and I will be back this afternoon with a big follow up. It has been quite the week with Miracle.
We really love this little lamb and Rory is a really great shepherd. He knows his sheep and his sheep know him. When he walks into the barn with the bottles for Miracle, Miracle jumps up and runs right to the place where Rory feeds him. Miracle loves his shepherd, and his shepherd is trying to do what is best for Miracle: to help him integrate into his herd. This will be best for everyone once they are led out to pasture. We want Miracle to know that he is a sheep, afterall, and not a human. But he still has this memory of life with the family, trotting around our living room, having four kids love and adore him all day long.
We keep an eye on him all day long through the Lamb Cam. He is always being watched over, even when he feels very alone. He often looks very sad and lonesome.
But he has a twin sister who we named Big Sister because she is so much bigger. And she adores Miracle. She bounds around on all four legs, jumping around with joy, nuzzling Miracle and snuggling with him when it's time to sleep. She lays her head on his body. It is darling. She is a gift to him.
Just this week Rory noticed a change in the Mama Ewe's behavior. She was boxing Miracle out when the hay was given and pushing him around with her nose at other times. She was rejecting him. It is interesting that she did not do this from the start, but now she isn't being kind. So Rory, wanting to protect Miracle and keep him safe, built him his own special pen with his own personal heat lamp. And that's where he is now.
It all makes me wonder about our own lives with the Good Shepherd. Do we all know or feel, on some level, that there is a heavenly home out there where we are fully seen, cherished, cared for in every way and loved in a way we crave every day? Do we remember that there is a Lamb Cam watching over all of us every day, aware of every hardship and trial, joy and success. (Except that behind that Lamb Cam is the one who created us. A Creator Cam). He sees every moment and wants what is best for us, withholding no good thing.
Rory is a very good shepherd. He knows his sheep well. It is sort of a funny thing, but all of our sheep are totally different to us in temperament and looks. To an outsider they would likely all look very similar, but to us they are each completely unique. I recently read The Shepherd's Life, a memoir of a shepherd in England who shepherds hundreds of sheep and knows them all, one from the other. Even after months of grazing and being up in the mountains. He knows them all!
Beginning the day of the blizzard, Miracle began acting very differently. By Tuesday morning he was hardly able to stand on his legs...
the best
I had just gotten Alden out of his crib and put him on Rory's lap. Ivar ran over to give Alden a good morning hug, and then Elsie wanted to greet him and then Hattie joined in. There's no better way to start a day.
I'm off today to a home school conference. I've talked about this one before and it's so good. It's mostly on motherhood and wifehood and homemaking and training all ages and stages. I am so excited. I always come home encouraged, inspired and reminded why what I am doing each day is so important.
Also, that man in the picture smiling back at me...I love him so much. I feel like we have been growing in love lately. That's always so wild when I can feel it. But I can. And we will continue to grow in love, deeper and deeper, year after year. What a wonder. Sometimes when we're busy around the farm flying from thing to thing, Rory will say to me, "I look forward to reflecting on all of this one day when we're old and in rockers on our front porch. Maybe we'll have time to process it all then."
I'm off today to a home school conference. I've talked about this one before and it's so good. It's mostly on motherhood and wifehood and homemaking and training all ages and stages. I am so excited. I always come home encouraged, inspired and reminded why what I am doing each day is so important.
Also, that man in the picture smiling back at me...I love him so much. I feel like we have been growing in love lately. That's always so wild when I can feel it. But I can. And we will continue to grow in love, deeper and deeper, year after year. What a wonder. Sometimes when we're busy around the farm flying from thing to thing, Rory will say to me, "I look forward to reflecting on all of this one day when we're old and in rockers on our front porch. Maybe we'll have time to process it all then."
farmer becca does the chores
I have a 4-year-old friend at church who calls me Farmer Becca. And you know, I'm starting to believe her. We just hit week number three of walking out to the barn every three hours to feed Miracle and I would have to say I feel like I can own that title.
Getting out to the barn so often has made me really attached to our animals. And all animal chores have grown into something quite time consuming. We have a lot of animals this spring! I will often sort of lament having to go back out, but then something cool happens. It's warm and cozy in there and then you're greeted by big, friendly creatures who are so happy to see you again. They baa and maa and oink and snort and every time I remember that I really love it out in the barn.
Here's what we do each morning and evening for animal chores:
- Heat milk and bottle feed Miracle (six times a day)
- Give hay to Bubble Gum, December and Sugar Cookie in stall #1
- Give hay to Fluffy Cloud, Miracle and Big Sister in stall #2
- Give hay to Darcy the goat in stall #3
- Pour corn feed into pig trough
- Fill water bucket for the sheep of stall #1
- Fill water bucket for the sheep of stall #2
- Fill water bucket for Darcy in stall #3
- Fill the water bucket for the pigs in stall #4
- Walk back to the house and stop at the coop to fill the chicken feeder
- Get water in the house and bring it to the coop and refill their waterer
- Feed the cats in the garage
- Give water to the cats
- Feed the chicks in the bathroom
- Change the water for the chicks
It all takes about 25 minutes. And if anything needs special attention it takes longer.
It usually takes me longer because I like to tell the animals that I love them. I have a real love for our goat, Darcy, right now. I have often called her our farm dog because she is loyal and so sweet. I spend a lot of time petting her head and telling her she's great and I'm glad she's our goat. And I smile at her a lot. When I first walk into the barn and am feeding miracle, she will put her front hoofs up high on the side of the stall to make herself real tall and I'll smile at her.
And no lie, often, she will look right at me, curl up her mouth and open her lips just slightly to show me her teeth. I SWEAR SHE IS SMILING AT ME. I really think she is. And it's hilarious and awesome and the irony of chore time is that it never ends up feeling like a chore. It takes time. It is hard to get out to do it. But just like exercise, I am always in a better mood when I'm done, glad I spent my last 25 minutes taking good care of all the friendly beasts on our farm.
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