jan. 5, 2015 What is important


Well, I will try again, write the diary, keep up with the blog. I am sitting at the airport terminal, using every minute, to produce. I listened to Pastor Steven Furtick with Elevation church, based in Charlotte, NC yesterday online. He talked about John Chapter 15, you know, I am the vine, you are the branches chapter and he was very enlighting. God is our gardener, who prunes the fruit producing branches and CUTS the unproducing branches. Furtick talked about it takes time, to produce a beautiful flower, tree, fruit. …and trimming hurts. He also talked about what is important, what is worthwhile, concerning our time. And all this because I feel overwhelmed all the time with the amount of projects, daily chores, making jewelry, spinning fiber, teaching spinning, all of which I love, demands my time. As I have learned from preparing and traveling to Rhinebeck to teach spinning for over a week, I can do anything I want, I just CAN”T do everything. So, choosing which item to do with my time is perplexing to me right now. I do and am proud to say that I have consistently sat with My God each morning to have coffee with Him and read His Word. I actually set the timer on my cell phone and it works so well. I try to text my girls, “Take 5” and they know what that means. I guess the truism, if you do something for 28 days, it becomes a habit, a ritual. He tells me, I hear, “have you sat with Me?” Yet before I officially start my day”. I use the thoughts of ….He has given me 24 hours, can I not give Him back 10 totally devoted minutes? It makes me smile. I guess this morning even I heard Him tell me, “I will help you plan. I can be part of your list. ….All is good.”

I am thankful for Matthew Wood, who will take care of the farm while I travel to Danielle’s. Danielle, Graham, and I will drive back to Asheville tomorrow. Danielle was a bit unsure of traveling 8+ hours with a wee little one. Graham is 12 pounds now and sleeping good, adjusting to his new life on God’s earth!

January, 2015…..My Medo


Can two opposite feelings be experienced at the same time? I am terribly sad my Medo, my dog has passed away, but I am very happy that he died in my arms before we all were set to travel to Beaufort to celebrate Christmas with Danielle, Corbitt, and Graham.

It was 6 months ago, I noticed that Medo was slower, slept more, started losing weight, but still barked and ran to any person or event troubling the farm, I knew he was near the end. My mind was preparing.

When I was driving back from being at Danielle’s for Graham’s birth, Dan called me from Greensboro and said that Medo had gone outside and collapsed on the porch. Greensboro is about 4 hours away. I don’t think I ever went so fast on the interstate. I had a mission. Get home.

Medo was still on the porch when I got home. Dan and I had to carry him in. He didn’t move much. I slept with him in a sleeping bag in the woodstove room that night. He didn’t go much after that. I was surprised one day, when something was an alarm for him at the farm and boy he jumped up and barked like he was 5 years old again.

All days blend together now, especially that I am typing this weeks after his death. I was preparing to go to Danielle’s for Christmas and I didn’t want Medo to have to stay ‘in the horse trailer’ or somewhere he wasn’t used to. I pleaded, cried and seriously asked God to let Medo go ‘on to heaven’ before I left. When Medo didn’t pass away, then my prayer changed to let him live till I get back.

It was the NIGHT before I was planning to go to Beaufort and Medo was breathing really strange. He had done that a few times before but he always seemed to be ‘back to normal’ after a few minutes. Well, this time, it was much longer and I imagine that God allowed me to have the thought that maybe he was having a hard time breathing and his lungs would go out and he would suffocate. I cried, and pleaded once again, but, this time, even though I was leaving the next day, I vowed to call the vet and have the vet put My Medo to sleep. I would do that because I couldn’t have him suffer.

Medo soon got back to breathing fine. I laid with him in the floor, hugging and petting him, talking to him sweetly. He was an amazing dog. He would follow me everywhere at the farm. I often envisioned that he would be the one to attack a ‘wild’ animal or veer off a rattlesnake in the path, just for me. I could easily take a big ole steak bone from him but let someone else come close to him and you might fear for your ‘leg’.

I went upstairs to get final things organized and came down and he was lying down, I picked up his head and he breathed his last breath. My Medo, my dog, my companion, my fearless guardian. Hugs, tears and happiness that God had granted my wish, my prayer, before I left, flooded me like no other.

I thanked my God more than you can imagine. Amen

It brings me to the realization that we all will go on to God’s world sooner or later. I can’t imagine, but I know the day will come when I will have to go through the sadness of hearing the news of my parents or my parents-in-law. It is an amazing path I am on now to still have both sets of parents alive and doing fairly well. God bless Mom and Dad and Bud and Bernice. I will go ahead and ask God to spare them pain in death, to take them quickly.

Well, enough of sadness.

July, 2014….Matthew and Heather


Matthew and Heather. One day in the summer of 2014, a fellow, with dreadlocks and tattoos in work clothes, came walking up the driveway. I thought, Oh brother and I am about to go to town and be leaving this farm and who is this?? Well, he tells me his name is Matthew Wood and they have 400 acres up the road a bit and that he was interested in seeing our animals. I told him that another time would be better because I had an appointment. So, every now and again, Matthew would come and talk. He started buying hay for his and Heather’s organic garden, gave us a chicken that their other chickens were picking on. I noisyinly ( is that a word?), asked him about ‘being so young and owning 400 acres, because I had no idea of someone so young could have bought 400 acres around here. Well, I asked.   Matthew said they are stewarding the land for another person.

Then, one day, while we were in the field of the ‘little white house’, Matthew asked if the little white house was empty, maybe he and Heather could work on the farm in exchange for rent. I laughed, patted him and said, “Matthew, you can’t live there, it doesn’t even have a toilet!” He comes right back with, “That’s Ok, we compost it anyway.” Matthew then continued to tell me where they currently lived didn’t have electricity till a few months ago, and they had to carry their water to the house.

Dan, my husband, and I talked and since the little white house was empty anyway, I thought we could try it. Knowing that all, ALL my wool and fiber was stored there. At first, they just brought in a couple boxes. But slowly, more and more and I could see that it was going to be difficult to have my wool stuff in there, so, they helped me organize the upper ‘horse barn’ and slowly, all my fiber, wool and spinning items were brought to the upper barn. It is my goal, maybe within two / three years to renovate that barn to have a studio and such. Right now I will be lucky to just get some plastic up on the inside walls upstairs. It is a bit difficult to sew when the outside temp is 32 degrees.

Matthew bartered to work 20 hours a week and Heather said she would cook dinner for us once a week! Hey, that sounds good to me.

It is great to have someone to ‘man’ the farm so Dan and I could go out of town. And with Danielle expecting her first child, I would need a farm sitter!

One day I told Heather that we have the 75% disease. You know, you get one project done 75% and another emergency happens and it pulls you in another direction. Heather said, “Julie, no worries, I will be your other 25%.

Matthew has since learned to spin, helped Dan run the Lendrumm booth at SAFF, and Heather has harvested herbs and such from the farm and launched her herbal website.

What is Important?


It happened. I was having my daily 10 solid, “do nothing else but sit with God” morning moments and I started asking, why are we here, specifically on this farm? I have always wondered how to serve God while here. and God told me or commented, ‘You know, Matthew had been a youth pastor and profess to be My follower, but no mention of Me is every said.” “Pray with my believers each time you get together. ”
How do make my time more productive, how do you, God want this farm to be used?

To Honor Him 

Ok, so when believers get together, Julianne, Dan, Cameron, the rest of the family, get together here to work towards these weddings coming up, let’s just take one minute and ask God to bless our endeavors to praise Him.