A Fat Chance……We Three find the cattle and head them west. Here comes T.H., barrelling over in the truck. He’s heading straight for me right through where the cows need to go. He motions me over to him with his index finger. (Really? I can’t make this stuff up) No doubt for more instructing. I stop. I look at him.
“Terah?” He says.
We Three (not four) ride off with the cattle. The only way my prayer will be answered today is if I don’t speak at all. I take a spiritual vow of silence. God likes you to help yourself.
|I could make it look like an accident but that would not be Reasonably Sweet.|
P.S. When I ask for something in prayer I feel like I have to at least try. I tried. It’s over.
P.S. S. As you can see the ranch is still burnt up with drought. The cattle will have to be shipped out next week. Three months early.