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The One Who Helps

I took this from Facebook this morning – there have been several write ups of this ilk and i’ve even made comments on Facebook sharing my experiences that in the agriculture world women ’empowerment’ (whatever that looks like as opposed to lifting up anyone and everyone)  is not necessary – men, women, and children respect and help each other.  (well, except me – i’m kind of mean and scary).  If you think you need to be in a march of some sort to promote women, then you hang out with the wrong crowd.  There is a world out there where people are pulling together and not ripping each other apart.

Shalom!

tauna

Sue Tebow

While women march the streets of America, protesting for rights that they already have, allow me to applaud a way of life that has honored women in ways the rest of the world never has (for a very long time).
I’m proud to be a part of the silent, steadfast women of rural America, where:

Little girls are taught to work alongside little boys, not hate them.

We let the men lead us on the dance floor, in prayer, and in life. There is strength in partnership.

The woman’s housekeeping and the man’s ranch work are both vital aspects of the operation’s success, even though gender roles don’t have much of a place on the ranch.

Women ride Bronc’s, wrestle calves, and rope just as often as men cook, sew and tend to children.

We actually participate in meetings, sit on boards, and vote to create REAL change.

We see the miracle of life in every foal, calf, and child and believe all life should be protected.

The men never question a woman’s strength, and women know that a door held open is a simple sign of respect.

The ranchers/farmers/blue collar people of America create empowered women, respectful men, and a brighter future than any “protest” could bring about.

Sue Tebow founder of agri.CULTURE
AUTHOR: Kaycee Monnes
PC – Robin L Green

If I Knew

This poem has been around for a long time, but I came across it again on a sheet that was shuffled together with other collected papers.

 

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you fall asleep,                                               I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,                                     I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,                          I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

For surely there’s always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,                                  And we always get a second chance to make everything right.

There will always be another day to say our “I love you’s,”                                                   And certainly there’s another chance to say our “Anything I can do’s?

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,                                                              I’d like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,                                                          And today may be the last chance you get to hold your love one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?                                                               For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day.

That you didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss                                            And you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,                                             That you love them very much and you’ll always hold them dear.

Take time to say “I’m sorry,” “Please forgive me,” “thank you,” or “it’s okay,”                   And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today.

Norma Cornett Marek

 

Locks of Love

I don’t make an idol of my long hair, but whenever I get it cut short (shoulder length) it always makes me catch my breath for a moment and i must remind myself it will grow back.  Is that weird?

Takes about 2 years for it to grow long enough to cut off 12 inches – the minimum necessary to donate to Locks of Love.

Cheers~

tauna