my Christmas watch. i told my mama i’m just not ready for a big girl watch yet. tomboys die hard…or maybe not at all
horses have feathers
I write things in margins and loose sheets of paper and scraps and backs of things. Once in awhile, I copy them here. My name is Keely. I love Jesus.
we were wild children
i was a good girl but i got along with the bad boys
what can i say
they have more fun
missing good times and the occasional good cigar
hindsight
long, tough, discouraging week.
praying that God’s glory is gotten somehow through it all. that i worship Him even when i feel beat down.
thunder shook my apartment tonight, rain streaked down, and the city was ugly and wet. but i wasn’t depressed.
this week knocked me down, but i saw God smiling on me through everything. i never doubted that He loved me, that He cherishes me, that His plan for me is bigger than my difficult circumstances. i didn’t feel angry or ask why even at the lowest points. i never saw Him as a punitive or angry God with His fist raised. i knew He was my loving Father even when i messed up or when tough things happened.
that is a first for me.
this was an amazing week.
everybody knows i’m not that tough.
my mom is the coolest person i know. also, it pays to be a veterinary student.
my dog Nibs died today
i know its “just a little dog” but i loved him. and i cant stop crying
my poor poor poor baby:(
MURICA!
the American cowboy
From what I’ve seen, both from growing up here and in serious conversations and political/regulatory coverage working as a ranch reporter for the local newspaper, there is no one more American today than the ranchers.
They understand what freedom is and why it is important to the hardworking businessmen and blue-collar families alike. They understand the land and wildlife better than the environmental activists. Governments in cities pass laws that regulate the way ranchers have lived for generations, and time and again they do more harm than help to the very environment they are trying to protect.
Ranchers are not billionaires, they pay their fair share of taxes and respect the laws, they do not ask for handouts or bailouts.
What they ask for is the freedom to live the life America once promised, and to protect the beautiful land from which they make their living.
If every American brought this attitude, individually, to his and her lifestyle, our country would stay free.
my babies! Dakota, Blaze, Star, Big Guy, and Cody.
