Where do you store up your treasure?
Apparently the mice that live around my house thought that my car would be a good place.
They were wrong.Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in a d steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do no break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. -Jesus as quoted by Matthew
That is so funny. Smart mice.
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That is a whole lot of treasure!
ReplyDeleteMy treasures are memories that bring a smile to my heart, and my heart must tell you that thing you call a MOUSE has a cousin called a RAT.
ReplyDeleteIn your case a PACK RAT aka Woodrat, and if memory serves me right from my days growing up and doing chores on many cattle ranches in my youth (one of them on the Eel), then you have yourself a DUSKEY-FOOTED WOODRAT.
The chores remembered from my youth and cherished to this day. One of those chores was my duty to keep the Tack Room/Horse Barn, Hay Barn, House and Chicken Coops free of vermin. Just remember that I had a lot of Ranch Hands telling me how to do my Chores, but that is how we learn. I still rue the day when I was big enough to handle a pitch fork and George handed me one for a new chore, but I got to tell you that when it came to mucking out a stall the rage of my youth was well used in learning new cuss words and resentments until one day somehow it wasn't a chore anymore and the Ranch Hands just kind of smiled and we laughed and laughed and I just muked a little harder knowing I could do a good job without ever having resentment in my heart.
So go and grab those young folks by the ears, drag them out to the Barn and TEACH them a new chore, and just maybe one day they they will teach their own or others the fine art of Hunting the Mouse and tracking the Pack Rat.
Happy Hunting,
Jon.
P.S.... George (one of the Summer Cow Bosses) born and raised in the Dakotas had been a Calvary Man in the Utah, Colorado and Arizona Territories for six years in his youth and older than Dirt in my youth (soon to turn 60 is this youth). To this day I thank him and and many others in my prayers for all of the knowledge he and they passed on to me by giving me new chores and ways to do them as the years went by. (The ranch was in Washington and ran 2,500 units of Purebred Herefords.) Yes, the Carpenter that Matthew quotes and George loved is still hammering away in my heart and I thank you for letting all of us share in your life and treasures by the Ranch on Salmon Creek.
Jon's comment honestly made me cry. Wow--that was powerful. I love how he talks about a chore that then becomes a non-chore. I can see that taking place in my daughter, Brooke. What an awesome way to put it.
ReplyDeleteGlad I stopped back. Off to see if Jon has a blog.
Jon, start a blog!
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