A Pie that tell the greatest story.
This peach pie that Robin made was more than dessert. It really tells the story of the weekend. The cross has become to many a piece of jewelry... an emblem... or just a marker by a grave. It is the empty tomb where the stone is rolled away and the body was no longer there. The resurrection is the proof. Yes Christ died for me... He was raised from the dead and He lives... Yes... I will live for Him.
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Robin... Nice job on the pie.
A Song on the Heart
I love the mornings when I wake up and I am nearly singing. Yes, the moment my eyes open, words and music are instantaneous... just not quite out loud. This morning was one such morning. And this is the song... so appropriate for the weekend.
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Crown him with many crowns,
the Lamb upon his throne.
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
of him who died for thee,
and hail him as thy matchless king
through all eternity.
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Crown him the Lord of life,
who triumphed o'er the grave,
and rose victorious in the strife
for those he came to save;
his glories now we sing
who died and rose on high,
who died eternal life to bring,
and lives that death may die.
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Crown him the Lord of love;
behold his hands and side,
rich wounds, yet visible above,
in beauty glorified;
no angels in the sky
can fully bear that sight,
but downward bends their burning eye
at mysteries so bright.
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Crown him the Lord of years,
the potentate of time,
creator of the rolling spheres,
ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
for thou hast died for me;
thy praise shall never, never fail
throughout eternity.
We Called her "Grandma Henricks"
We just called her "Grandma Henricks". I am not sure when I learned her name was Vesper. She was a very proper lady married to a Norwegian man named Hans. I never knew Hans. He died in his fifties... a hard working man in a tired worn body.
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Grandma Henricks lived over six decades a mile north of our place on the Henricks Ranch. When I was a boy...my brothers and I were allowed to ride over to her house on occasion just for a visit. A few years later, our sister Lana would join us. I don't remember much of what we talked about. It seemed that her house was very quiet. Kind of what you would assume for a grandma that had lived a true pioneer life on the Dakota plains. I really didn't know her children, except for Cecil who had such cool nickname...Not everyone could be called "Buck".
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One time us kids rode over to see Grandma Henricks and we were greeted by a lady that was sunbathing in a black swimsuit. She was very friendly... but us kids knew that this was not Grandma Henricks. Turned out to Cecil's new wife. He had been a longtime bachelor, but had married a classy lady named Marge. She was very nice.
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This photo is special in that it was taken at Rainbow Bible Ranch's dedication program on Memorial Day 1980. She would have been 92 years old at this time. It was special to have Grandma Henricks... a neighbor... a lady that would have known my brothers in a unique way... lend her support to the beginning of this new ministry of the Reinhold family.
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Grandma Vesper Henricks wrote these words when she was nearing 80 years of age...
"And now..., I thank my Heavenly Father for all the help He has given me. Without it I never could have endured all the trials of my life: sickness, accidents, death of loved ones, hard times. And thanks to our four fine children for their help in all ways, and their loving care. Without them we never would have been able to achieve our goal--a good home on the South Dakota prairies in sight of the Black Hills and Bear Butte. There's one request I've made of the Good Lord, just let me end my days here on the homestead, where all my most precious memories are.
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That request nearly came true... And on an interesting note... The Henricks Ranch Headquarters and Vesper's Home are now a part of the Lonetree Ranch. For I was privileged to purchase that land around 1986.
Inspiration Point
When we are coming from the south and we top over the Breaks... Then we are home. We have had photographers refer to this view as "Inspiration Point".
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Looking forward to God's provision of moisture to cause the grass to grow and the water to run.
Inspiration Point
When we are coming from the south and we top over the Breaks... Then we are home. We have had photographers refer to this view as "Inspiration Point".
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Looking forward to God's provision of moisture to cause the grass to grow and the water to run.
This is Sort of Fun...
This is sort of fun... Tige and Vicky Reinhold are certainly taken by each other in the first photo which was taken less than a month after they were married in 1956. But there is more to the story. Larry, Lyle, Lee and Lana were added "to the quiver". We look pretty good in our "Sunday Go to Meeting" duds. But I think we look like a pretty happy lot in our chore clothes as well. Dad and Mom were all about family. We always ate our meals together... We seldom missed family devotions after breakfast... We worked together... We played together.
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Thanks Dad and Mom... Looking forward to the Grand Reunion... all because of Jesus.
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Danny Eugene is also part of the family. He died as a baby in February 1957.
Stirred Up....
There was a fight between
the piano player and soprano in the choir...
I guess you could say they stirred up treble.
LBR
Caleb and the Willys
The Willys and Caleb... and yes Julia was there as well. Haying horses in the breaks.
Project Today
Project today... Resetting the posts for the dock at Reinhold Lake. And not just that... About 5 loads of very nice rock (river rock) that we spread on the west side. On the east side we will put a concrete pad to put the boat and pontoon in more easily. The decking will be added soon. We hope to haul some more of our gravel down soon to make for better shoreline for the kids to fish from as well. This is all taking place because the silent auction at the Annual Game Feed was such a success. So many good folks working together to make RBR a fun place for the kids. And yes the water level is down... But God can fill it up... and yes it is a good time to do these sort of projects.
No Worries
Caleb checked heifers this morning and brought me this pic. Snowy and windy, but this little heifer calf has no worries.
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Thanks for checking cows...Caleb... and thanks for the pic
"... Part of Who we are."
Horses and horsemanship are so much a part of who we are. This pic is from the year 2000. Robin doing some "cowboyin" with her "little girls.... Rachel and Molly.
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We really enjoy working livestock with our family. Our sons and daughters are our partners. Thank you Lord.
From My Journal
Thoughts From My Journal
April 1, 2022 5:30 AM
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It is raining as I write this, however so lightly, but very welcome indeed. Our region remains so dry and that is why the need for moisture is a major prayer request. I often say, “I don’t know what we are going to do… but God does.” In situations such as severe drought, one is reminded of how finite we are. I will not say that God is intentionally using this dry spell only to draw us closer to Him; however, we can choose to allow these dire situations to set our intent upon Him ever so much greater. No doubt, you are experiencing certain trials and difficulties in your life as well. I am reminded of the words of the hymn, “Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full into His wonderful face… and the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.”
Aurora Borealis March 30, 2022
Photo by Rachel Reinhold
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
-Psalms 19:1
New Fence
Danny and Grady rebuilding a stretch of 100 year old fence line. Some moisture about a foot to eighteen inches down. I suppose that is from the snow and rain last October around the middle of the month. After that... the ol' gumbo is nearly rock hard. Since this is pasture that we use after cows have calved... we want a good fence on the east side so they won't drift through during a storm. We have good shelter just up from where the fence is being built. Robin snapped a pic of one of the many dams on the Ranch that is in pretty tough shape. Trusting God for his provision and moisture.
A Father's Prayer by Edgar Guest
Lord, make me tolerant and wise.
Incline my ears to hear him through;
Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
Fearing to trust me and be true.
Instruct me so that I may know
The way my son and I should go.
When he shall err, as once did I,
Or boyhood folly bids him stray,
Let me not into anger fly
And drive the good in him away.
Teach me to win his trust, that he
Shall keep no secret hid from me.
Lord, strengthen me that I may be .
A fit example for my son.
Grant he may never hear or see
A shameful deed that I have done.
However sorely I am tried,
Let me not undermine his pride.
In spite of years and temples gray,
Still let my spirit beat with joy;
Teach me to share in all his play
And be a comrade with my boy.
Wherever we may chance to be,
Let him find happiness with me.
Lord, as his father, now I pray
For manhood's strength and counsel wise;
Let me deal justly, day by day,
In all that fatherhood implies.
To be his father, keep me fit;
Let me not play the hypocrite!
Danny's Special Pickup
On the ranch...there is still plenty of call to work in the shop. This is Danny Reinhold's special project pickup. It used to be one that his Grandad Paulton had.
B&W... "Big and Wonderful Day(s) on the Ranch
The Harvest is Coming
Yes, we are months away from the harvest, however a farmer plants the seeds in anticipation... Forever an optimist... And all farmers know that they do not hold the outcome completely in their hands. Why even one wonders how a farmer can really be a complete atheist!
These photos were taken in the late 1950's. My dad and a couple of his nephews shocking wheat on a hot summer day and my mom taking and lending a hand while the guys took a quick break to enjoy a cold drink that Mother brought to quench their thirst. "Shocking" was the process of standing the bundles/sheaves in just the right pattern to protect the heads of wheat until threshing. It also allowed more time for the kernels to completely ripen and the straw to dry.
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All across our region, Farmers are anticipating the harvest... And planting season is a sure sign of that. While we continue to be desperately dry and the drought seems to gain strength, we will plant, and we will pray. And when I question the intelligence of planting seed in dry ground... I will recall what my dad told me, "Well son, my dad always said that the seed won't grow in the bin."
And now, I am sure you won't have to wonder long at the wisdom and insight I share with the next generation of Reinholds on the Lonetree.
Belle and Beau
This sweet orphan calf has been named Beau. He enjoyed the trek around the yard. Our wonderful English Shepherd, Belle, certainly likes making friends. She has always been a "mama".
