December 31, 2015: I am honoring My Cowboy Knight, My Boaz Dr. Jim Kennedy today by re-posting my facebook post from last year, December 31, 2014. This is all I can think of to do to keep honoring him and remembering him as the best thing that ever happened in my life. And frankly, it’s all I can…..
“A TIME TO WEEP AND A TIME TO LAUGH. A TIME TO MOURN AND A TIME TO DANCE.” ~Ecclesiastes 3:4~
It has been almost four years since I lost “My Cowboy Knight, My Boaz,” Dr. Jim Kennedy.
Life can come at times with vengeance or with peace. I have decided to return to life with a zest for volunteering at two equine ministries.
At The Son and Reins Ranch (www.thesonandreinsranch.org) hurting youth can show love to a hurting horse.
I love my new life helping with rescue horses and troubled youth and equine-assisted sessions for military veterans. (http://thesonandreinsranch.yfc.net/ and www.combatveteranscowboyup.org). But this love goes much, much deeper.
I never thought I would make it through the severest of life storms. I wanted to give up many times. But God is stretching…..
Helping at Combat Veterans Cowboy Up
I have spent a wonderful spring and summer helping at two ranches that serve rescued horses, youth, and veterans. What have I learned since I lost “My Cowboy Knight, My Boaz,” Jim Kennedy? Three words.
After 5 total joint replacements, loss of work, losing my one true love…..
It has been 2.5 years since “My Cowboy Knight, My Boaz,” Jim Kennedy, passed on. A time of grief convulsions, fighting not to slide into the grief pit, learning to take one hour, then one day, at a time, and ultimately to use the pain to somehow help…..
My Cowboy Knight, My Boaz
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“How can I come out of all this and keep my faith? How can I live in 24/7 physical pain? And heartbreak pain? The bottom line I faced was, Am I going to trust God or not? Am I going to trust in His…..
“Boaz,” the thirteen-year-old rescued thoroughbred horse, at the Son and Reins Ranch, says, “I have been fed, I have been groomed, the sun is warming my body, I feel safe and secure. I don’t have to worry about being a prey animal right this minute, so I’m going to lay down and enjoy life right…..
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The Night of the Worms
“Excuse me, did you say worms?
A few evenings after I was home from the hospital, I sat my hurting rear atop a pillow on the kitchen chair. Jim’s beautiful, silvery dog walked by. I said, ‘Uh,…..