Hot Summer = Forest Fires

Ahhhhhhhhh……after a LOONGGGG and cold winter summer feels lovely…..and HOT! We have had a string of very hot weather here out west. When we arrived at our new homestead last spring the summer was the wettest that had been seen in ages. Now we are back in the heat again.

In this part of the country, heat means..forest fire season!!!! We currently have over 200 forest fires burning around the province. As we are outside of the fire control area (which means if we have a house fire…we are on our own), it is imperative to be vigilant in everything we do. This means of course no campfires, but it also means no cooking fires, using a chainsaw and even using the atv in the bush has to be done carefully.

Remote ranches are bringing in fire equipment (bulldozers, water containers, gas water pumps and hoses). We have been going over fire strategies. Making sure all vehicles (including ATVS etc) are full of gas. Chainsaws and any equipment is fully functional and full of fuel…including the tractor, water pumps etc.

In case of a fire the tractor can be used to make a fire break along with the chainsaw. Cell phones need to remain charged and ready. Water containers to be filled for easy pumping. Even if you have electricity PLEASE don’t depend on it! Most power will go out in a forest fire. Gas water pumps will be necessary. Note the trees around your home…how close are they. Trees should not be close to the house (recommendation is at least 10 meters away). A tin roof is good but embers will fall from roof and fall in gutters and can be trapped..thus igniting debris in the gutters. Be aware of all fire hazards.

A means of communication is so important! We have both a radio powered by rechargeable batteries (can be charged on the generator) and also crank radios. We also have personal radios in which to communicate over short distances with each other.

In 2003 my hubby and I met during a forest fire evacuation. Yup it was the start of a fiery  romance (kidding) …… a “hot affair”??? (also kidding). Lets just say we started off on an adventurous beginning and have kept the theme going for 14 yrs. Some of the important things we learned from narrowly escaping a forest fire before are the things I mentioned above……a few more important things we learned are these:

-have a plan before a problem arises

-know more than one escape route

-communicate this plan to others (including relatives whom you would be contacting in emergency and also your children)

-plan ahead for animal care and housing. In the previous fire we experienced not all animals could be evacuated in time. Without power many could not leave water for animals as their wells had electric power pumps. Plan in advance. If you have to leave can you get your animals out and if not can your open gates etc so they have a chance to leave if the fire approaches. Plan emergency water sources.

-prepare paperwork/emergency numbers/photos etc in one area so that they are easy to grab. During an evacuation you may only have a short period of time to accomplish everything…preparing is key.

-honestly the having your vehicles gassed up just can’t be stress enough. We saw many many people stranded on remote roads with cars/trucks with no gas. Many had no way out. Don’t be one of them!

-be safe…

As you can tell the wildfires are formost on our minds. But these past few weeks have brought lots of fun times as we have enjoyed the hot sunny days.

Catching frogs with friends and playing in our pond:




Hiking for Fathers Day…..




And attending a family wedding…..check out Cowboy!!!


Stay cool, stay safe, and have a wonderful summer!!! We will keep you posted on our adventures….and our fire rating!!!


The Prayerful Pioneer xo




1 year Homesteading Anniversary!!!!!!


(Our ranch in the winter…I love the remoteness of our home…smack dab in the middle of now where! Perfect!)

Our Homestead Anthem
“On top of the world”
by Imagine Dragons

“….I’ve had the highest mountains
I’ve had the deepest rivers
You can have it all but life keeps moving
I take it in but don’t look down
‘Cause I’m on top of the world, ‘ay
I’m on top of the world, ‘ay
Waiting on this for a while now
Paying my dues to the dirt
I’ve been waiting to smile, ‘ay
Been holding it in for a while, ‘ay
Take you with me if I can
Been dreaming of this since a child
I’m on top of the world.”
WOW! It is with unbelief that we are celebrating our 1year anniversary on our homestead. One year!!! It is mind boggling that we have already been here one year yet in other ways our old life seems decades ago.

This day last year found us hobbling our two tired trucks, pulling all of our wordly possessions, up the long 4×4 rough road to our new homestead. After travelling across the country with four young children, a pig, rabbits, chickens and four dogs we were all so relieved and excited to have arrived. Though our first night was a bit intimidating with arriving in the middle of the mountains, late at night in the cold and dark to bare land we were so thankful to be there. Mountain man and Alaska set up the tent in the dark while I cuddled tired, cold and scared littler ones in the truck.

The next morning greeted us with a glorious scene of birds landing on the beautiful marsh. Land untouched. A true pioneer homestead complete with abandoned pioneer cabin sitting quietly in the woods built in 1913.
So much to explore. Soooo much to do…….

Our first year on our homestead has bustled with activity, adventures and memories ever since!!

From spending six L-O-N-G months in our tent….to building our own home ourselves (with a little help from friends and family (we love you !!)). Cooking outside for an entire year…yes you read that right… I have offically been cooking outside for one whole year today! I am waiting with baited breath at this point for the cistern hole to be filled in so my cook stove can be finally installed. (Finally)


(Mountain Man and Alaska positioning the cistern)

Animals have been born, some sold, others providing wonderful meals. We love that they are able to roam and live out their lives in the untouched mountains.

Mountain Man has amazed me with his homesteading vigor. From building our home (my husband is not a carpenter by trade but a horse man), learned how to repair his tractor, pumped water endlessly from creeks in -35’c weather all winter, chopped wood pretty much non stop since we moved here, birthed goat babies long into the night and is currently breaking and training horses.


(the creek now running thru our driveway)

The boys are continuing to thrive and explore homestead life. Its fun watching where their strengths are and what brings them joy.

Cowboy (age 9) is sure our goat go to guy! With the quickest hands on the homestead he can get any goat out the herd for us. He loves to help me milk our ladies and takes joy in a cuddle with anything with fur or feathers. Cowboy has taken up gold panning and with the massive amount of flooding on our road has used the crazy new water ways to sift the underlying ground for gold! So far none yet but if he ever does….


(Cowboy and Cubbie at our marsh)

Alaska (age 12) is one of the hardest workers I have ever met. This young son of ours amazed us this year with working 12 hr days (day after day) helping build our home, late nights helping dad birth baby goats, fencing and chopping a million cords (almost ha ha) of fire wood. On top of it worked evenings and weekends to complete his grade 6 curriculum by the middle of April!! Alaska has also taken up playing the guitar and has joined our church band. Hes now rocking the mountain top!

Bear cub (age 6) is usually found with his mother trailing behind him trying to get him to wear shoes or a coat! Mud, puddles, collecting chicken eggs, and building forts takes up alot of his days. As bear cub has a learning disability his learning (and loving) to read has warmed my heart to no end this year!!!

Cubbie (age 4) always works hard to keep up to his three big and boisterous brothers. Cubbies health has been a constant source of highs and lows this year. March looked very grim and April brought relief. We continue to trust in The Lord to provide health to our little boy , one day I will share his story.

As for me….goodness it has been a hard but wonderful first year !! Ill admit preparing for this journey here I dreamed of it from a very romantic mindset. I saw myself in fields of wild flowers with chickens roaming around (ok that happens), gardening with great success (not happening as i dreamed yet)….truth be told it has thrown more challenges my way than I could have ever pre planned for.

We have plans and dreams for this coming year. Mountain man plans to re fence the pastures with lumber from our forests. I have started our seeds and will start building a pallet fence next week to (hopefully) keep out the pig and goats this year (ha ha). Our pig pen will be finished and our “free range pig” will get a ‘lady friend’. Conversations regarding preparations for next winter are already being had (such a homestead reality..), and WATER has been promised to me soon from Mountain man (fingers crossed..and toes!!).

We have decided to remain without solar or wind energy and only use the generator for periodic needs.

Earth day did elicit a giggle from all of us. With not having power, running water, septic, phone service or Internet what do you give up????

We are enjoying getting to know our little community we live in. We are about 20 minutes from a little general store in an area of 500 people. Our nearest neighbour remains about 300 acres away ….others miles away as we have crown land on two sides and unlived on homesteads above us. Not a stop light for miles and miles (about 45 minutes of driving actually lol).

I have enjoyed working at the little general store part time, getting to know who makes up our community. It warms my heart to see the banged up hard working trucks pull up full of men with camo and plaid, long beards and smelling of freshly cut timber. Children showing up on horseback (yes they do!), atvs and dirt bikes to buy an ice cream. Moms needing a listening ear, tough as nails on the outside but soft on the inside. If you homestead get to know your community !! Mountain man has gleaned so much wisdom from the old ranchers in the area who have lots of stories to share and sadly not listened to enough.

Today in celebration of our first homesteading anniversary we had corn bread on the griddle out side. We sang our homestead anthem at the top of our lungs (“On top of the World” by imagine dragons)….reminisced…laughed…grumbled…praised God….and got excited for the next year of adventures!!!

The Prayerful Pioneer

P.S if you know our families story our anthem will be meaningful to you. We have walked through some of the deepest and darkest valleys. Our dream has always been to homestead but along the way our family’s very existence at times was threatened….but God held us in the palm of His hand…and here we are…on top of the world!!

Jack Frost enough already!


You know that winter has dragged on too long when the neighbour down the road placed a sign on his yard that reads “free snow”! With over three feet of snow on the ranch the term “Great White North” is living up to its name.


(the start of our 1km long driveway)

I would love to post a romantic post about how wonderful this winter has been. How cozy. How quiet and fullfilling…..but that would be a massive lie. This winter has been hard ! 20 hr work days hard. -35’c with not enough heat hard. Losing over 40 goats and all of their babies hard. No water and a broken tractor hard. This winter has been make it or break it hard. This was a winter that you decide if you are cut out or not to homestead off grid (rusticaly and remotely). This was a time where we decided… you betcha we are going to do this and make it!!!!!!

I have to admit there were many nights as we fell into bed completely exhausted and defeated that we wondered why we chose this life. We have had many “hobby farms”. My husband grew up rusticaly. We had honed our skills. We felt ready. But sometimes life just keeps throwing curve balls and getting hit by some of them is painful. It is hard to keep your chin up as you bring goat after goat for autopsies. Trying to figure out why everything is dying, only to find out it was selenium deficiency. This could have been easily corrected if the vet had figured it out months before when we first brought them in.


(one of our sweet lil bucklings)

I can see why pioneers gave up. It can be so depressing when the problems seem to out weigh the beauty of homesteading. You can begin to see only that…the problems.
You can let the frustration rule over you. You can let it seep into your conversations that become arguments. You can let it taint your faith. But…..even during times of trial we always have choices.

Mountain Man, whom historically has not been a cup half full kind of guy, taught me a lot this winter. It was during yet another day of burying miscarried goat babies that he surprised me by stating that “maybe God was just shaping our herd up the way it needed to be”. We learned to think with our heads and not so much our hearts and auctioned off all goats that were up in years (thus lower birth rates but still needed the same amount of feed $$). Bringing our herd down to a more manageable size of 45-50. We learned to not be prideful and ask for help when needed. Bringing our herd size down will in the end yield a healthier herd with our limited dollars feeding only the best goats. (Good animals and bad animals cost the same to feed).

We learned to live even more simply. Letting old prideful ways fall to the side and finding out we were just fine without the extras.

My boys learned that not having extra curricular activities can still make for a very fun life. The boys embraced the idea of attending “boys club” at church which is a free junior youth group. They are loving this and not missing out on a thing. I love watching them count the days until next boys club. There are so many activities that don’t cost a cent…but reap enjoyment.


(tobogganing with a group from church)

We received the blessing of a trip with Grannie for our two oldest boys back out east to see old friends. How incredible to have moved but still be blessed with truly great people to call friends who sweetly hosted our boys and created wonderful memories for them (thank you thank you!).


(homeschooling with a sweet little goat baby)

We had a great time with our ten bottle fed baby goats and the boys flourished feeding and loving each of these little ones up until they were ready for new homes. Each boy had their own goat to raise and thus sell. My 9yr old sons goat “lemon” would put all par core athletes to rest as no housing or fencing could contain this wee doeling. It was never a shock to see her sunning herself on the barn roof top!

Our tractor lost its steering but God has mercifully not brought on another massive dump of new snow for us to content with…for now.

Our border collie let nature call and we will be blessed with babies late spring! Our border collies have turned out to be great herding dogs and are a true blessing with managing our herd.

The term “homesteading” has been used to describe many things, a home in the city that grows pots of veggies, a country home where canning is the norm or like us away from the beaten path (way away lol) off grid with no amenities or technology. But true homesteading to me is a state of being. Of not giving up when the going gets tough. Of persevering in your dream of being self-sufficient even when everything hits the fan. Of finding the joy in the simplicity.
It will not always be romantic, or how you planned….

I hear many ‘wanna be homesteaders’ saying how they would like to “try it”. Many seem to view it as “an easier life”. (ha ha) If I have learned anything so far, it would be to jump in with both feet. If you are going to commit to this way of life it is all or nothing. No temporary. No giving up or giving in. Off grid homesteading…is is rugged…if feels defeating at times and exhilarating at others. But its doable….but its important to be willing to roll with punches, pull your socks up, put on your “big girl panties”, suck it up buttercup….(not sure if i can come up with anymore buck up phrases ha ha ). My point being, if you look at this life style as temporary or an experiment it would be easy to give up.

You will try to explain your lifestyle to others who will look at you like an alien invaded your body “you mean you have nothing??? No electricity? No water? No flush toilet? No cell service? How do you live???”. When you hear this ask yourself…how could I not?

When you awake to the quiet, when no cars drive past, the stars shine brightly as the sky is not clogged with city lights, the deer drink at marsh, your children learn and grow with nature as their playground, when you work alongside your best friend (my hubby) with your two hands, when you laugh at the face of adversity knowing you have a great big God walking before you….take faith, know that you are not alone. You can do this! There are others cheering you on…you are a trail blazer…and “May you always be more overwhelmed with the grace of God than the cares of your life”.

The Prayerful Pioneer xo

Merry homesteader Christmas…



The snow has blanketed the mountains that surround us. Little children, with Christmas wonder and excitement, fill our little cabin with holiday joy. Stockings are hung and our home grown Christmas tree sits proudly with handmade decorations.

Today our family has been invited to a neighbouring ranch for a sledding party and the children are anxious to try out new sleighs..curtesy of Auntie Bridgit.

This will be our first Christmas, in ten years, where we are back home with family to visit. The children getting acquainted with cousins never before met and putting faces to aunties and uncles names. It is wonderful to have family around ….. Especially at this time of year.

It also is a reminder of all the friends we left behind in our move out west. We find ourselves reminiscing of Christmas’s past and friends dearly missed!

I have recently taken part time work in town as a supervisor at a homeless shelter. It is the first time since becoming a momma that I have worked outside of the home…..but bills (even when you are off grid) need to be paid….and it is a job that allows me to be Jesus’s hands and feet … If only for one night a week.

It has been a hard past two weeks on the ranch. Temperatures dropped to -30’c last week. Our poor goats, even with warm bedding and barns , struggled in the deep cold. We lost a handful of younger goats, the cold depleting them of much needed calories. We have ramped up feeding plans, changing hay, minerals and adding grains for quick sugars. Our first kid of the year made its debut on a freezing -26’c day. It’s first time mom leaving it newly born in the snow. We sprang into action. Bathing and warming the little buckling. Syringing in milk supplement. Poor Mountain Man slept with the little buckling tucked in close…rocking him close by the fire when the night air became even colder. But it was not to be…our little winter buckling, whom the children nick named “frosty” due to his cold birth, past away.

Our cabin, with its still uninsulated floors, made for a chilly week. Boots and wooly socks were a must. Ice formed instantly when water touched the floor.

As we still don’t have a water source we remain pumping water from the creek and pond. Mountain Man chipping a hole in the ice to pump. Water troughs are hard to keep defrosted when you are off grid. I have scoured the Internet for solutions, but it seems that most ideas must be from farmers south of us. Canadian winters are bone chilling cold and ” a ball in the water trough” will not clear ice here…just provide a nice ice sculpture to look at lol. We are using the idea of manure creating warmth and have put our main water storage deep into the barn. On top we have placed half barrels with insulation to keep the water from freezing all the way through. We are having success with this and this has made much of the day easier.

Our homestead has not seen a Christmas since around 1930 celebrated here. In speaking with an old timer, whose family long ago homesteaded near by, I asked where all the homesteaders had gone. Each pioneer homestead near us sits empty. Long forgotten log homes and buildings but a ghostly reminder of this mountains past. The gentleman told me that it “was just too hard” up here. It is hard but we are delighting in the beauty and embracing the struggles.

Today the snow is falling heavily. The little pioneer log cabin sits across the marsh reminding us of days gone by. Our cabin the first home built here in many decades. Our little cabin, warmed by our wood heater, meals still cooked outside on our propane stove (very hard at -30’c), lit dimly by lanterns at night, our diy composting toilet working well…. May not be much by societies standards but we love it here.

We are eager to welcome Christmas here up in the mountains. So excited to share the news of Christ’s birth with those we meet.

Wishing you a blessed Christmas, rejoicing in the birth of our saviour Jesus Christ. May you, yours and all the critters in your barn yard have a wonderful Christmas!


The Prayerful Pioneer

The House that Love Built….





It has been three sweet and wonderful weeks since we loaded our beds out of the tent and into..our cabin!!!

What a beautiful feeing it was to sleep that first night comfy and cozy indoors. Each part of our little cabin brings forth a memory of our adventure here. Family and friends coming along side helping our dreams take shape. Some memories are sweet (my boys working hard along side dad), some funny (like my dad on the roof)…some frusterating (trusses and mud)….but when I close my eyes and take in the smell of warm wood, cozy fireplace and fresh coffee, hearing my boys racing cars along the (still plywood) floors warmth fills my soul.

The walls may still be just insulation covered with plastic, the interior walls still but a dream…but we are here…tucked up cozy in the mountains.

The snow began to fall this week, red little nosed children run inside for hot cocoa. The world is quiet. The oil lamps are lit by 5pm. The animals tucked in for the night. As we have chosen to not have solar, the children play or are read to in the dark evenings, we eat our dinner by oil lamp light.

On Saturday nights we have begun a tradition of movie nights. The generator gets fired up for a much anticipated family movie. This is the only screen time a week for the children so it is a exciting time.

Homeschool has moved from the tent (that was ummm squishy lol) back to the kitchen table. We use a mennonite curriculum which fits our ranching life perfectly!!

Mountain man is racing to acquire enough firewood to both cook and heat with.

We are still working to install our water cistern. We had been waiting patiently for the mud to harden again so that the gravel truck might bring in gravel to secure it. When the day finally came, the gravel truck arrived. Though the driver had 163 acres to dump his load….he managed to back straight into our horse trailer!!!!! (Its a small town….we still adore him lol).

Tonight Mountain man and I have stolen away for a rare date night. The sweetness of sharing a kiss once again in the movie theatre where we shared our first kiss 13 years ago.

As we rest our heads under the cabins roof tonight we will thank God again for His many blessings….for love that has braved many storms to still be refreshed by a date 13 yrs later, to family and friends who gave up time and energy in helping us build our home…and to our Heavenly Father from whom our dreams were given the chance to become reality.

From our “little house in the big woods” much love and blessings,

The Prayerful Pioneer
ps Mountain Man wanted me to share his homemade joke with you. “What do you call a tractor that doesn’t work?”….lazy!

(Back story….our tractor named “Daisy” has been renamed “lazy Daisy”) lol

Egyptians and the Israelites…..

Strange title for a homesteading blog you say?? Maybe but let me update you first…,

I am sorry for not blogging sooner but it has been quite the mad rush around …. With preparing the animals for winter and manically trying to finish the cabin (will the hardware store EVER send the right windows that we ordered 3 months ago???). So this will be looooonnggg  post lol.

It is reaching around -8’c during the nights here and a balmy 0’c during the day. No matter how relgiously you stoke our little stove this tent is mighty cold. We have approximately a weeks worth of work before the cabin is ready for move in. As hardy as my boys are we have moved the little ones to Grannies for the week and the older two (who fought this decision tooth and nail) at night. It is just too cold. With the littles ones away it allows me to be a larger help to Mountain Man in installing insulation etc.


(frosty goats in the morning sun)

In the middle of September, while we were eating lunch, we heard a large commotion where the goats were grazing. We had dogs with them but could not actually see them due to the ruggedness of our land. Mountain Man rushed in the direction of the noise on the atv, gun in hand,  but couldnt find the goats….what happened???

That night to our dismay, when our goats always return to the safety of their warm barns….no goats! We went out late into the night searching..not a goat anywhere!

Now we don’t live in a settled area. On both sides of our property lay thousands of acres of crown land (which is undeveloped land owned by the government). Most of this land has very little road development of even the roughest of logging roads. Most if it (as we soon found out) was even too densely forested for atv access…how to find them??? How do 150 goats (20 had returned by then and the others had been sold) simply disapear????

That night I lay in bed wide awake..running outside at every sound…praying wildly for their return…physically sick with fear due to high predator count in our area. Our guardian dogs had returned home at this point obliviously knowing they were too far from home accompanying two older tired does.

We could find no trace of them… Friends drove back roads.. Signs were mounted around the nearby town of 500…even Facebook became a helpful tool. Every ranch around was alerted. Where were they???

Now it is humbling to feel like the bumbling farmer “from the east” as we are referred to ha ha. Strangely we were born and raised here but after living out east for ten years we are referred to as “from out east”.

As we had $35,000 walking around in the woods along with a piece of our hearts somewhere,  it was time to call in extra help. We enlisted the assistance of cowboys (and a cowgirl) on horse back with dogs to comb the mountain sides. Mountain Man mounted his trusty steed Stormy lord an accompanied the cowboys.

At the end of day three a joyous and tearful “thank you to God” rang loudly from our ranch … which must have been heard for miles around. Our angels on horseback (as the cowboys were quickly renamed)… Brought the goats back from where they had been found …six kilometres away up a mountain side. They had been spooked by a cougar (mountain lion) and fled…fast. With Gods grace they came home….. And are now grounded !!!

The trusses were up and it was time to roof!!! Grandad came back up from the coast and precariously tin roofed (along with Mountain Man and our two older sons Alaska and Cowboy) our 12/12 steep roof with tin!!
I use the term, precarious, as the end section saw my 69 yr old father hanging off a ladder down the side of the roof, suspended by a rope being held by Mountain man. If this wasn’t crazy enough…. At that exact moment a massive storm hit! Honestly it did!! The storm threw rain and hail and the wind..well it threw my father…who was attached to the ladder across part of the roof with the tin siding!!! My 71 yr old mother and I quickly grabbed long two by fours and attempted to hold the tin down to the house using our full weight to keep it and my father from flying away!! When it was all said and done….instead of a hug I gave my stubborn father a swift punch to the shoulder for risking his life like that!! Ha ha but seriously what a sight it was!!!

(Mountain Man and my Father on a sunnier day)

Our cistern for rainwater collection and potable water went underground last week  (I will blog about this later as it completely excites me ..).

This past week saw an addition of a dream of Mountain mans come true …when we were able to purchase a used 4×4 tractor for our farm!!! Mountain man and Alaska drove for two days through a snowstorm to the neighbouring province for this red beauty. Mountain Man can often be heard now singing the country tune “she thinks my tractors sexy!”. Ummm I’m not sure that I do..but hey why break a mans heart ?? Lol
Sooooo this brings me to the Egyptians an Israelites. To any of you that are unfamiliar with this Biblical story…the Israelites had been slaves in Egypt for 400 yrs. God delivered them to freedom …to the promised land… but first God made His power known to pharaoh (the Egyptian king with the ten plagues). Amazingly, the Israelites, who had called out to God for all those years, while in slavery for rescuing,…where no happier when they were free. Along the way to the promised land they constantly complained. It was too far. It was too hard. There was no food. When God made manna miraculously fall from Heaven each day.. well that wasn’t good enough. When God sent them meat..well then there was too much etc.

My oldest son brought this story to my attention. Do we tend to be like the Israelites in this story. We pray and pray for a chance at our dream (be it homesteading, a different job, to be married, to be blessed with children)…, only to complain each step of the way?????

We prayed earnestly to homestead…here….in the rugged mountains….is it hard??? Its the hardest work I have ever done! Some days it feels completely undo able.  But I pray that my heart will be glad and joyful giving thanks for each part of this journey.

What about you? Do you find yourself being a grumbling Israelite like in this story? If so take a few minutes today and write down your blessings! Give thanks for them. There is a saying that says, “what if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?”…. What would you wake up with?? So with Thanksgiving weekend just behind us….have you actually been thankful?

The Prayerful Pioneer

One step forward two steps back….

It was with much excitement we awaited Friday…it was roof truss day! A house for the winter seemed close. The contractor was hired, three labourers were hired to help as well. Large equipment was rented and on site. The crane was paid for which would also arrive the following day with the trusses.

The sounds in the still of the night awakened me. They filled the night, shrouding me in fear and prayer. Our dreams seemed to slide down the tent walls with each drop…rain!!!! Massive Noah’s Ark kind of rain. Rain that would turn our cattle path driveway into thick chocolate pudding mud.

I whispered to Mountain Man but he was already awake….listening as well with a troubled heart.

My dad had already arrived in town to help and many of our new church family had volunteered to give up their long weekend to help us achieve a roof.

A would be roof that got stuck on the road. A crane truck sinking in thick mud….along with dreams of a roof over our heads. It took everything not to cry.


The Prayerful Pioneer