Beth Moore

I’m so grateful to know Jesus. He’s my hope when life won’t fix. My joy here where sorrows never cease. He is healer of my heart. Mender of my soul. The Keeper who will never let me go. He is my light, my sun, my moon and stars. A shelter in my youth. My all as I grow old.

This is our big daddy. His name is Cooney. Not to be confused with his wife Coonzey or their twins Coonley and Coonbey. Yes, I can tell them all apart and don’t mess with me about it either.

I can’t quit laughing at this picture Keith just found on his game camera app from the ranch. It looks like an album cover.

You might be an empath if you’re driving past pumpkin patches feeling sorry for all the unpicked pumpkins.

Just got home from an overnight trip to watch my grandson play varsity football. It was such a blast! I don’t think we sat down the entire fourth quarter. Won by 1 point. I think I could like it. It’s not basketball, mind you. But it was pretty dang good. And he’s pretty dang wonderful.