Freshwater Academy

Fresh Water Academy was founded in 2010. It is home to four lovely young ladies of learning and their dedicated teachers. Located in the wilds of Wyoming, the name Fresh Water Academy was chosen as a Western analogy to Christ. Just as He is the Living Water, and we must have Him to have eternal life, any desert dweller knows the importance of fresh water to life, both for self, and the nourishment of crops or livestock. By taking nourishment in God and His word, we strengthen our own relationship with Him, our faith, and the quality and abundance of our fruitfulness.

Our keystone verse is from Jeremiah, Chapter 17, Verse 8: "For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit."

The fruit that we speak of is mentioned in Galatians 5:22
"22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, 23Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law."

And the heat could be anything we experience that might test our faith in God; trials and tribulations, relationships, anything that focuses our love and attention anywhere but on Him...

Friday, May 18, 2012

Heartbroken

It is so hard to lose a furry friend.  Especially one you have seen your children fall in love with.  A few months ago, we adopted two wonderful cats who were abandoned.  Lovely Guinevere is a light grey and white, slight and rather shy.  Lancelot watched over her like a chivalrous knight, protecting her from harm.  Oh and he was a love.  The girls dressed him up in dolly clothes, slippers, a tiara, and cuddled with him day and night. 

We couldn't find him today.  We looked and looked and searched and called, wandering to and fro, looking into anyplace where he could have been accidentally locked up.  We called the lady who had come by the food bank yesterday to make sure he hadn't gotten in her car.  We posted his picture on facebook and printed up flyers at the library.  And then we came home, and there he was, on the side of the road by our house.  Our son David saw him, and went down to see if it was really him.  He looked so normal, that I reached down and touched him, almost like I was thinking he was just asleep, or that he was just hurt and would be okay.  His fur was still soft, but instead of warm and purring, he was just cold and hard.  I couldn't hold it together at that point, and Paul held me while I cried.  Then we went up to tell the girls.  While I was comforting them, Paul and David slipped out the back and buried him so they wouldn't see. 

It hurts so much.  He was only in our lives for a short time, but he was definitely a part of the family.  As I look at Meggie and know that her time will come in just a few short years, I can't even stand to think about it.  I just hug her and hold her and pet her and play with her now, while I can.  And then, I think about my children, and how they are growing so fast, and will only be here for so long.  And I hold them and hug them and dance with them, read with and to them, play with them and cheer them on, for as long as I can.

As the guys came in from burying Lancelot, this song came into my mind.  And as I played it on YouTube, the rain came pouring down.


I'd just like to remind you to gather your loved ones close and appreciate them every day.  Dance.





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