Monday, July 11, 2016

Mountainside Mayhem and our own little Ninevah

Okay, okay--I may have deserted you for a time, but I'm determined to bring you back into the loop with this post!

So, we have moved to the mountainside, and let me just say: God is so good to us! Our entire family absolutely loves it here! We are still wrapping our minds around the way God brought this place to us out of thin air and with a big grin landed it squarely in our laps! Thank you, Lord (and my parents who hugely helped us with this dream!).

Something hit me the other day: You know we lost all of our possessions and home in May of 2013 in a whirling tempest (sorry, tornado--been reading in Jeremiah lately!). Well, Matt's aunt Karen said something to us on that shock of a day--before we even had seen the devastation--that I believe was prophetic and I'm so grateful to look back on it now. She reminded us of Job and how though he lost everything he owned and even his children--which we did not thank you, Jesus--the Lord restored to him everything in a double portion. The Lord has done the same for the Yakel family, y'all. We now own TWO homes after losing ONE home. He is so gracious, and it knocks my socks off!!

Anyhoo...there is this one little bitty problem, though. And that's why I'm blogging today. I have a feeling God is up to something either awesome or hilarious or both, and I thought it'd be a blast to drag you along on the journey...

Everything is absolutely perfect out here on the mountainside. Everything except this one little thing: our nearest neighbor. (I'm not at all concerned that she has Facebook or blogging, so don't panic about her reading this. Just trust me on that.) She's an older woman who we hope lives many many more years here on the mountainside, but as my husband noted, her ability to panic in minor situations could possibly be a slight health hazard. We'll have to do more situation assessment and get back to you on that.

Let me paint the mountainside picture from my vantage point for you, mkay?:

I'd say there is approximately 1 acre between our home and hers. (We have 10 acres in all, some woods and some farm, which is super funny because I had lamented to my husband only days before finding this place that my dream plantation would be 1/2 woods, 1/2 farm land! I love the Lord and His care for details, don't you?) Ok focus, Cara: I have two little dogs, one whom you know as Tornado Wendy, Wendy who survived the Big Windy, Wendy the Tornado Dog, Wendy the Weather Channel Celebrity among other titles! And also recently to enter the picture was Ginger Snap, the Easter gift. Ginger is feisty to say the least (she is none other than a Feist breed after all)! So, she's a hunter. Yep, a very very very speedy hunter. Did I mention, she's fast? And not exactly, shall we say, trained? ahem. The dog doesn't obey ANYONE. She is hilarious, though, and actually really cute.

See? Adorable.

Anyway, it's apparently NOT adorable if she wanders over into my precious neighbor's yard and asks the cats if they want to play. I didn't know this, but cats don't like to play with dogs. Who knew, right? Okay, so that unfortunate incident happened once. And believe me, I foresaw the calamity and doom that would be birthed from it and ran my posse right over to retrieve said adorable playful very very very fast disobedient dog. Of course this was no easy task, and I wish I had a video of my chasing the little devil around in circles yelling really loving affections at her the whole way. I finally caught her, patted her gently, and returned her to her fenced in yard. But of course not before precious neighbor came out and with shock and awe spread on her face, educated me on how expensive her cats are and that they may have just had a heart attack, which would be the end of her existence...or that's what I came away from the situation with. Moving on: Sweet Ginger Snap has not left her yard or gone over there since that day.

But y'all, yesterday was a fateful day, and you won't see this one coming. While Ginger Snap sweetly sat snugly in her back yard, Wendy the Tornado Dog somehow became disoriented while outside and horrifically and unforgivingly wandered over onto precious neighbor's back yard. Yes, she did. I actually watched this go down with the appropriate response of shock and horror on my face, and I promptly beckoned her back to safe ground, our side of the barbed wire fence. Let me insert here that if you don't know Wendy, well...I'll just show you and you'll probably guess what I'm about to say.

Okay, it may be hard to discern from this shot, but Wendy has a bit of a weight issue. She's fat, y'all. And lazy. I've never in my life seen her chase a cat. There's really no point in her because they won't give her kibbles. So, anyway, Wendy the Tornado Dog did not indeed chase a cat while her paws were on the other side of the fence. She was looking for me and most assuredly was in a mild panic attack since I was nowhere in her line of sight. Once she heard my voice, she galloped back to my presence where she desires to be anyway--not with fluffy cats.

I put her in the house, but I had a bad feeling Armageddon may be around the corner.

I was right.

I heard the engine of the side by side coming up the driveway and I knew I better either go get my husband or quickly dig a bunker to hide in.

The woman was hot, guys. And possibly a little drunk, but that's beside the point. We were chewed out, threatened, pointed at, glared at, despised, told of the gun that will be used on the dog, etc., for a good solid 5 minutes (which is a long time when you're being verbally destroyed mind you!). I nodded and agreed that yes this was surely an atrocity and it won't happen again. I even asked her to forgive us, to which she was obviously quite bumfuzzled. She will NOT be tolerating or putting up with this ridiculousness. She simply will not, and that's that.

My in laws were present for the circus, and my hilarious father in law almost made the fatal mistake of trying to be friendly to her, to which my mother in law kindly brought him back over to safety by a stern warning to sit down in the lawn chair. He caught on and made it out safely, so don't worry.

So our family stood together and made a determination: we will not repay meanness with meanness. We will heap coals on her head with kindness instead. And this is why I thought you'd like to ride along on the adventure! God has such a sense of humor, I have figured out. He totally did this. He set this whole thing up, grabbed his popcorn and lawn chair and said, "Let's see how this goes down!"

This morning I read Jonah. Mmhmm. Jonah. No Compassion Jonah. Love that guy, bless his heart. He cared more about a plant than 120,000 people who were doomed to die. I'm just saying, God may be doing something here, and my Ninevah is a little closer in proximity than Jonah's was to him. I checked and there's no body of water for me to jump in and escape, so I might as well head on over with some homemade cookies probably, right?

We had planned to bake some cookies and deliver, but then the first time we met her, her first words to us were that she was coming over to say hi and be neighborly because she's not, but she just wanted to make sure we knew that snakes live on the mountainside. :D

Don't worry, I won't be sitting under a plant and calling for her destruction. I'll kill her with kindness. And it's sure to be a fun ride, so stay tuned!

"If your enemy is hungry, give him bread to eat, and if he is thirsty, give him water to drink, for you will heap burning coals on his head, and the Lord will reward you." Proverbs 25:21-22

Peace of Christ to you,

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