One morning, having finished devotions and still enjoying a cup of coffee, I found myself doodling. Often my doodling amounts to a thought for an article or even a new book. Sometimes it's a sketch for a drawing or painting, I'll probably never get around to; but not that morning. In less than 10 minutes, there was a picture, as well as a list of supplies. I sat back and looked. What I had drawn was what would become new shelters for the goats. When relocating to Goshen, I decided I didn't…
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