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Urgency



Growing up on a ranch teaches urgency within the natural day to day routines.  The cows are getting ready to calf.  Urgent!  Hay to move, cows to move, barns to be readied and supplies to be on hand.   Haying and harvesting.  Urgent.  The hay is only ready to cut for a short time and the window of opportunity for planting and harvest is narrow.  As girls we didn't say, "sorry we can't get up early today" or "we will do that later."   

When the clouds gathered and the weather reports forecast a storm...urgency became even more urgent.  The entire family went to work.  Little ones were gathering kindling and picking up the house.  Everyone was working bringing in wood, baking or cooking, ensuring we had water on hand and bringing in the animals and preparing for the worst.  Everyone doing the work that needed done.

Seasons were embraced.

Today in my life, I need to embrace the season I am in.  The place I am at and the job I need to do.

I am almost 47 years old.  I am in a season of my life where I HAVE to move forward.  Storm clouds are gathering.  Harvest is around the corner.  If I am going to influence, leave a mark and leave my family a legacy. 

 It's time to tear down, plow, sow and harvest.  It's time to work!  Let's Go!!

" All of your precious resources—time, energy, talent, passion, money—should only go to the buds of your life or your business that are the best, are fixable, and are indispensable.”  Dr. Henry Cloud. Necessary Endings.




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