A clan is a group of close-knit folks with a strong common interest. With or without being related they are united by a kinship and a caring attitude toward one another. Thanks for the picture of Allison and her baby goat Stacy.
On our trip Jan and I spent a warm afternoon enjoying this body of water north of Yuma in the desert. I snap-chatted home and said I didn't realize there was a lake in the desert. Mike snapped back and said, "That's probably where the Sacketts watered their horses during the wild west Dad".😊
The Sacketts were a family clan that grew up in the Tennessee mountains and then traveled west in the late 1800s. Louis L'Amour used these fictional characters like Tell, Tyrel, and Orrin to depict early frontier life in his western novels. Usually someone would get in a jamb and the clan would risk and sacrifice to get their family member out of a bind. The bad guys get shot or run off. And the main character ends up with the girl. They build a cabin, settle down, raise cattle, till the ground, and often plant a garden for food. Thanks for buying me westerns at the thrift store Jan.
Jan and I got married 46 years ago today. We were both teenagers. Jan quit her job at Fareway and we farmed side by side together for a couple of years until we started having kids. Jan would also bring me diesel fuel as I did custom work all over the county. That was the start of our family clan. There have been sacrifices as well as success.
However success isn't measured in acres and iron. Success is how Jan and I grew "up" together in our faith. How our clan grew to 6 wonderful children and now spouses and grandkids. And how friendships, many with you all, developed and grew. Thanks for the picture Stacy.
Our farming clan is getting busy. Mike hooked up and serviced the scraper for a job he hopes to start soon.
There are some questions I can't answer. Like why do some recover from cancer and others don't. Why do some have to bury their young son-in-law while I get to benefit from mine by listening to his words of comfort and wisdom. Joe and I went to Barry's funeral on Wednesday. Joe and Barry were close in age at Pella High School and fought cancer together in 2019. Pastor Brian did an amazing job of talking to all of us about our Hope for the future, even while living during exile like times (Jeremiah 29). And to look forward by planting a garden. God has determined our days here on earth even before we were born and we can't add or subtract from them.
In 4 weeks we will celebrate how our Lord sacrificed, dying and paying for our wrongs, so if we accept that gift, we will have the hope Barry and his family has. We have success, even in our storms, as Randy sang at the funeral, because of our promised eternity with Christ. That doesn't mean we wait around. That means we look forward to spring. That means we love our families and help out our neighbors and friends. That means we plant a garden, looking forward.
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