We had someone come and look at our house that is for sale again yesterday morning. I didn't get the message until around 9:30 for a showing between the hours of 9:45 - 11:45.I rushed around putting things here and there preparing for the people to come look at the house. I didn't have time to reflect because I was in a rush.
Joel came home first and he and I started to get everything down from the garage attack that he has stored up there. That was quite a chore. Neither one of us realized there was so much stuff up there.
After we brought all the boxes down he set them aside and we started going through the stuff on the shelves that we are taking with us for our move. We parted with some things and I half hazardously went through our bedroom closet for some things and a closet in the hallway. We had a pretty good size amount of things for a yard sale today. Well, a garage sale if nothing else. I thought since Joel was leaving next Saturday to fly to CA to meet with the jobs that want to see him, I would get him to clean the garage up. It was a wreck and I'm so proud of him for doing a bit with it.
I opened the tack that my Dad had given to me and I see memories of growing up. Shiloh's hackamore. Tons of reins that have silver on them. Then I see my Saddles. The top and bottom of the 3 are so precious to me. plan on working on getting them all spiffed up when I move to CA. My Grandad's saddle is over 100 years old. It needs only new sheep skin in it. My Dad's saddle that is at least 50 years old or more needs a little sheep skin and a small piece of leather that came off the horn to be sown back on.
Being around the saddles memories flooding me from the past about riding horses almost daily. Saddling up my own horse or going bareback depending on the weather and my mood. I think to myself, "Will I have another chance to use these saddles?" My energy level is so low. I feel rushed about everything like there is no time.
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Only the strong stay strong with the help of God. all things are possible through Christ who gives me strength.
I will try to not write too many posts like this. My heart is heavy today and I haven't slept well.
Finally Brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable.... if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- think about such things.
Phippians 4:8 New International Version
Never worry about writing posts like this one. It helps to get things off your chest, it's one of the reasons I love blogs. Even though you mentioned being sad, there was still beautiful things to read about, I can't get over that you have that saddle of your grand fathers. I would love to see a photo of it, and the other two saddles too xx
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