Lord I pray each day as it comes to an end, Sleep will embrace like a long lost friend. There’s always plenty of work to do. But I always find time just to talk to you.

I pray each night as I leave this barn, that you, dear Lord, will watch over our farm. I pray in the morning I’ll still be here, to watch over your creatures I love so dear.

I feel that our lives are extremely remote, if people must ask “Why” I choose to raise goats ? It’s my calling I’m sure, as I watch them play, it’s one of my favorite times of day. It seems that their lives entwine with mine, our worlds together just seem to align