{"id":7497,"date":"2019-05-09T18:43:33","date_gmt":"2019-05-09T22:43:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/JackieClay\/?p=7497"},"modified":"2019-05-09T18:43:35","modified_gmt":"2019-05-09T22:43:35","slug":"do-you-believe-in-prayer-we-sure-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.backwoodshome.com\/blogs\/JackieClay\/2019\/05\/09\/do-you-believe-in-prayer-we-sure-do\/","title":{"rendered":"Do you believe in prayer? We sure do."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Yesterday we were doing cow chores. I got the gates for Will to haul round bales to the cows. Then I went out through the very mucky, rained on mud\/manure and chased the mule out of the cow yard, back over the fence board she’d knocked off. She cooperated, hopping right back out. Bad girl! Then Will and I lag bolted the plank back on and added another, making the fence higher. Hopefully that will keep the horse and mule out of the cow’s area. They could hurt the new heifer, born just a week ago as she’s still kind of stupid about going up to strange critters. We went back through the muck and when I went to close the gate, it came off the top hinge. I was kind of stuck in the mud and struggled to free myself and<\/em> hold the gate straight. Finally, Will got it back on and I closed the gate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ladyhawk and Domino had escaped the horse pasture, and I knew the bad spot in the fence so went and loaded up four steel T-posts on the four wheeler while Will brought over two welded wire stock panels. I got the animals in the right pasture with a bucket of grain, then pounded in the four posts, and wired the panels to them and the existing posts. But it was raining and I was getting wet. When I came home I took off my jacket, then took everything out of my pockets. It was then I discovered I had no wallet!<\/em> Oh crap! Will thought he’d seen it in my pocket earlier so we set out to backtrack everywhere I’d been. Was it buried in the cow manure? How about the deep muddy horse tracks by the bad spot in the fence? We looked and looked for about three hours then came back to the house to re-group. I was getting kind of desperate by then. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Will remembered it wasn’t today he saw the wallet as I had on my jacket all the time. Okay, I started to pray like mad. where<\/em> was it then? Suddenly I had a thought; I’d only lost it out of my rear jeans pocket two other times. Both times I’d been driving the Ford 660 tractor, once grading the driveway and once raking hay. Yesterday I’d been grading the driveway. Could it be? The last time I’d found it miraculously balanced across the hydraulic fittings. Please God, please? I walked out to look and there was my wallet, hanging on the fittings of the tractor! Talk about a true miracle. It had happened not once, but twice<\/em>. If you knew how bumpy our driveway is, between rocks and potholes, which I’d been working for two hours to fill, you’d know what a miracle it was that the wallet hadn’t fallen off. Thank you, thank you! (God must have a lot of farmer angels!) I’m still amazed. And, yes, next time I use that tractor, you can bet I’ll leave the wallet at home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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After hours of searching I found my wallet precariously balanced on a fitting on our tractor.<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Our daffodils and tulips are coming up nicely now. Even though it snowed half an inch last night. Oh well, maybe it’s the last snow for the spring? We sure hope so. I’m still waiting for hummingbirds and orioles to show up. I’ve got the feeders, oranges, and grape jelly waiting. Come on birds! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Even after snow last night, our daffodils and tulips are coming up nicely.<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

— Jackie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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