Sunday at Middlemay Farm

IMG_4252A few weeks ago I visited with a lady who rescued a cream-colored dairy goat from a farmer who had bred the goat multiple times. No problem there, but when the goat waddled out of her cozy, straw-filled stall into the main section of the sweet-smelling barn I saw right away why this woman had felt the creature needed to live with her.

The goat had deformed front hooves that caused her to walk on her knees. She also had a huge under-bite which made her look funny. My first thought was that most people would have put this animal down at birth. Instead the farmers bred her multiple times (maybe a financial necessity) before agreeing to give the goat away.

At this point when the lady was telling me the story  the goat had come up beside me, giving me soulful look. It leaned in like a Golden Retriever would waiting to be petted. The lady told me that many adults and children have found peace and some healing from emotional wounds just by sitting with this little beam of sunshine. Who is to say that her life doesn’t matter?

For you have formed my inward parts: you have covered me in my mother’s womb.

I will praise you; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are your works; and that my soul knows right well.

My frame was not hid from you, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Your eyes did see my substance, being yet unformed; and in your book they were all written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.

How precious also are your thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

Psalm 139:13-17

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    1. little stories like that happen all the time but we never get to hear them.

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  1. i wonder if it is mostly, the soul of writers and poets, to appreciate, show mercy, and give voice to those innocents. goats or the unborn children. Beautifully worded. Love the scripture.

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    1. The scripture is so amazingly awe-inspiring! I think about the many doctors and nurses I met when I had a life-threatening illness. I don’t know if they were writers or poets in their souls but they were doers with great compassion.

      My personal belief is that anyone can be a miracle worker. We just let fear, doubt and pride get in the way sometimes. (more often than I’d personally like to admit. LOL)

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  2. Such a lovely story, Adrienne. I applaud those who rescue and show compassion toward the innocent and the misused – sometimes they are animals, sometimes people, sometimes the Earth.

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    1. Wise stewards and ambassadors of God’s kingdom– that’s the goal.

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  3. I think the breeders, but it’s true of all of us, that we don’t always see the value in what isn’t perfect. And in this case, the breeders saw her ‘deformities’ as the reason they could mistreat her so. It’s sad all around, but I am so happy they let her go into a new safe and happy life.

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    1. I know. I think of even the vegetables we won’t eat if they look weird. LOL. I think if one of our sheep came out deformed but healthy (no pain) I’d have a hard time putting it down since I’m a sucker like that. 😉 But then I also can afford to treat my animals more like pets. Life is just never simple. Sigh.

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  4. candidkay says:

    I hope that sweet girl gets to just munch to her heart’s content and feel the love.

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    1. Guess what! We are getting a mini horse that was rescued from a kill pen! Stay tuned! I’m so excited 😉

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      1. candidkay says:

        Oh, That makes me so very happy! I feel like these furry friends come to us so innocent and loving. And we do such awful things to them as a human race.

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