Better Than Gold – Grandparents Day

J. M. Battée, no date, family photo archives.

Not all California pioneers came for gold. A series of letters written by my great-great-grandfather, gives a glimpse into the life of one early California pioneer. In 1853, two-and-a-half years after California became a State, John M. Battée age 25, single and alone, traveled with his few possessions in a carpet bag from Ohio to New York then west via the perils of the Panama Isthmus, finishing his journey on the Pacific Mail Steam Ship Company steamer the John L. Stephens bound for San Francisco. From humble beginnings as a ranch hand, he saved his money, lived frugally (only smoking his pipe on Sundays), eventually buying his own land in San Jose, California. He went on to help establish a bank in San Jose, was elected a member of the board of county supervisors and was instrumental in facilitating the road to the Lick Observatory on the summit of Mount Hamilton, some 25 miles east of San Jose. What were the secrets of his success?

Pacific Mail Steam Ship Company’s steamer John L. Stephens, ca. 1855, print, The Huntington Library.

In an age when many people have lost their hope, happiness, and direction in life, John’s story, as found in his letters home, contains some of the secrets of his success: hard work, the love of family, braving loneliness, delayed gratification, and making the world a better place for others. He also revealed what he thought was the greatest source of happiness.

The eldest of nine children, John wrote long letters to his parents and siblings back home on the farm in Ohio. Seventeen of his original letters were saved and numbered by his descendants, transcribed, and donated to the History San Jose Research Library and Archives. The first three letters have been lost to history. I’ve had copies of the other seventeen letters for a number of years, reading them, and enjoying the company of an ancestor I never met. Who wouldn’t love a man who wrote, with a twinkle in his blue eyes, “…but the Girls, Dear Creatures they perhaps know of no one to complain to but there is 1 [sic] who careth for them and will listen to their every cry only envelop them and direct to John M. Battée, San Jose, California” (Battée Letter No. 5 1853). He wrote these letters while seated on a bag of bran in a rough bunkhouse, with “an unplained board” for a desk (Battée Letter No. 6 1853), where he delineates his few possessions, besides what he was wearing, of “3 shirts, 1 pair of pants & carpet bag…my watch with a Jews harp…another pair of pants, 1 shirt & a hat…my boots, socks and the box that serves for keeping together my tobacco, pipe, pens, paper, ink, needles, thread, razor and strop knives, letters, etc.” (Battée Letter No. 6 1853).

My French Company tapestry bag (made in California), 2021, family photo archives. It’s hard to imagine all my things in this bag, as it measures 18 inches x 10 1/2 inches x 9 inches.

While John was not among those who came seeking a dear treasure in the gold mines, his letters make clear what was dear to his heart – farming and family. Scattered throughout his letters are references to the prices of crops and livestock. “…barley is worth 2 ½ cts per pound, beef by wholesale 20 cts, hogs live 16 to 30 cts per pound, cows average $175, 1 yoke oxen $225 average, horses from $100 to $500, sheep $10, turkeys from 3 to $18 apiece, chickens half grown $1” (Battée Letter No. 5 1853).

In the hills of California, 2012, family photo archives.

In his messages to home, John sometimes mentioned crimes in San Jose and the surrounding area. “Murders and roberries [sic] are as prevalent as ever…” (Battée Letter No.7 1854), as well as “There is still about the usual amount of Stealing, Gambling, Cheating and Lying &c &c [sic]” (Battée Letter No. 18 1858). During the mid-to-late 1800s, while Old West gangs and criminals like Billy the Kid, the James Younger Gang, the Dalton Gang, the Joaquin Murrieta Gang, and many others were robbing, terrorizing, maiming, and killing, my great-great-grandfather John M. Battée was toiling long days with a McCormick’s reaper, threshing grain, herding cattle, drilling wells with a partner despite an injured hand, and any other ranching and farming jobs he could do, carefully saving his wages for the day he could buy his own land. Many of the criminals were cut down in the prime of life, proving a life of crime rarely pays, while John built up a life of good works which followed him long after he was gone.

Rather than trying to get rich quickly, John was willing to work hard and wait. In The Marshmallow Test, Why Self-Control Is the Engine of Success, by Walter Mischel, PhD, decades of research and careful study has shown the ability to delay gratification in childhood has been a great predictor of future success and well-being (Mischel 2014). It’s interesting to note this can be a natural gift, but self-control can be taught or learned at any stage of life (Mischel 2014). Only one time, when work was not as plentiful, did John finally try his hand at gold mining, but he didn’t stay long, as he made about the same amount of money in the mines as he did as a ranch hand. Even more important, farming was in John’s blood. He loved the soil of the earth and all the things it could grow. His family line had been farming ever since the first Battée male immigrated from England to Maryland in 1683.  

Rich California soil, 2011, family photo archives.

In his letters, John mentioned some of the local amusements, such as “circuses Panoramas &c [sic]…bull and bear fight…” (Battée Letter No. 9 1854) and “Balls, parties…Singing Schools Debating clubs…and all the known jokes and tricks belonging to every class of the human species…” (Battée Letter No. 14 1855). The leisure activities John enjoyed included “…I have read some few histories some novels and have nearly averaged one newspaper a week, but the fourth of July nor Christmas have not averaged me a roast turkey nor frolic nor fun…” (Battée Letter No. 6 1853). According to John’s letters, he worked every day of the year but Sundays and a few holidays.

In the matter of character, twenty-six-year-old John counseled his seventeen year-old brother Phillip with these words in a letter home: “…by all means let your understanding, patience, perseverance, attention, manliness, and kindness at home keep pace with your years…to associate with those who do their duty, know the right and act propperly [sic], for you the choice of friends, the cultivation of your new manners, and the way you spend your time now, depend your future success and consequently your happiness.” (Battée Letter No. 10 1854).

California grasses, 2012, family photo archives.

John wrote the climate was so much better in California than back home in Ohio. “…this country has many, very many advantages over any other I have ever lived in, first it is very healthy there is mention of more deaths and sickness in your last letter than has come to me [sic] knowledge in one year and a half…” (Battée Letter No. 11 1854) and he mentions the abundance of good grass for grazing year round in his part of California, as well as better quality and quantity of fruits and vegetables.

Numerous times, John expressed his longing to see his loved ones back home. In nearly every letter he mentions “…then in six months or a year if I have no bad luck I shall want to pay you a visit…” (Battée Letter No. 12 1855). In another letter, John writes a bit of poetry with these lines:

“After three long ‘roving years

how sweet it is to come

To the dwelling place of early youth

In thought to travel home.” (Battée Letter No. 15 1856)

He follows this verse with, “Yes Dear Kindred there is pleasure in thinking of home and friends…” (Battée Letter No. 15 1856). In a letter addressed to “Dear Father,” John writes “I have all ready [sic] been separated from You longer than I ever intended…And when I think or speak or write of home, or of those who are inseperably [sic] connected with it, my heart swells as it does not at any other sound” (Battée Letter No. 17 1857). Obviously, John endured loneliness, and it isn’t clear from his letters whether he ever was able to visit his family at home in Ohio.

Copies of J. M. Battée legal documents, 1857 – 1897, History San Jose Research Library.

John was willing to help others. The first time John mentions the loan of his money, was in April 1857, at age 29, when he wrote “…I have not collected more than one third of what was oweing [sic] to me a year ago But the prospect is very fair for as much more…at any rate I think it is well secured and it is bringing two and a half per cent a month…” (Battée Letter No. 18 1857). Of course, John wanted his hard-earned money back. Three months later, John filed the first lawsuit, of what was to be over half a dozen legal actions through the years, to recover money legally owed to him. This lawsuit was filed in the District Court of the Third Judicial District, County of Santa Clara in California. The defendant was William Aram, who had borrowed $1,900.00 (over $63,000.00 in today’s money) from John and signed a promissory note along with William’s brother on March 1, 1856. Aram had paid part, but not all, of the debt. As the case made its way through the court system, the money still owed to John increased due to accumulated interest, court costs and fees. In 1858, District Judge Craven P. Hester issued a judgment in favor of John M. Battée (Battée vs. Aram 1858).

Battée Letter No. 5, 1853, History San Jose Research Library.

It’s interesting to note there are no saved letters from the years of 1860-1865, which mostly coincides with the American Civil War period. Whether the letters were lost to history, or whether John didn’t write during those years, it would have been interesting to read his perspective on the war. At some point, he joined the Republican party, and as such, he would have been against slavery. In September of 1864, his twenty-seven-year-old brother, Sgt. Phillip Battée, was killed fighting down in Georgia. Phillip lay surrounded by the deep red hues of the spilled currency of war in a peach orchard, a sad end to a young man who loved family and farming. He was killed by a soldier defending his home, while Phillip died trying to end slavery and to save the nation. After a hasty burial under the tree where Phillip fell, he was later exhumed and moved first to a local cemetery, than exhumed again and moved to the Marietta National Cemetery. Seven and a half years later, John named his baby son Phillip in honor of his dear brother.

My great-great grandmother Clara McKean Battée, California, no date, family photo archives.

John’s saved letters end in 1866 at the age of 38, about six months before he married my great-great grandmother – a young woman who had moved from Ohio to Oregon, finally settling in California. His wedding was held after he had purchased and improved his own farm. John’s life was not without sadness. Two babies died in infancy. His darling Clara died during childbirth leaving him with six children, including the newborn boy who survived his mother’s death. Through frugality and wise investing, John went on to own several large farms in California, not only in Santa Clara County, but also in the Salinas Valley.

Farmers Union Building, 1874, photograph, History San Jose Research Library.

One of John’s accomplishments to make things better for others was to help co-found a bank. The Farmers’ Union in San Jose was part bank and part store, serving farmers in the area. It was established in May of 1874 by 46-year-old John and some other San Jose leaders, with “capital stock of $100,000” (Sawyer 1922). The bank “was a one-stop shop for the agricultural families in then-tiny San Jose. It was a bank, as well as a hardware and supply store. ‘You could get everything there, even a tractor,’ said former San Jose Mayor Tom McEnery…” (Pizzaro 2016). I visited the building in 2013 and July 2021. The downstairs portion of the building is a restaurant and bar by the same name of “The Farmers Union.” While John never became wealthy from this enterprise, he left a lasting legacy.

In the 1870s, while in his forties, John was elected to four two-year terms on the Santa Clara County Board of Supervisors. He served from 1870 to 1878 (Foote 1888). Sometimes he was a member, and sometimes he was the Chairman (John M. Battée obituary 1921). In his capacity as a member of the Board of Supervisors, John was able to arrange for a road to be built to the top of Mount Hamilton where James Lick wanted to build an observatory. “This brief sketch of the work on this famous road gives but an imperfect idea of the thousand obstacles that were thrust in the path of enterprise. There were a number of people in the community who could see no advantage in the improvement, and were constantly raising objections, and trying to thwart the work…Probably the most earnest and untiring friend of the road was Supervisor J. M. Battée, chairman of the road committee. To his devotion to the cause is due, more than to any other man, the successful termination of the great work that has attracted the attention of the scientific world to the summit of Mount Hamilton” (Foote 1888). The Lick Observatory, constructed between 1876 and 1887, was a major feat at the time, made possible by the road leading to the summit. “The greatest work of man in Santa Clara County and San Jose’s greatest asset is the Lick Observatory on the summit of Mt. Hamilton, which is provided with the best and most complete astronomical appliances in the world” (Sawyer 1922).

My great-grandfather Phillip (front, center, seated), my mother as a child in sweater and collar (with small girl standing in front of her), and my grandfather with mustache (back row, second from left), California, 1946, family photo archives.

After he died at age 93, his obituary had all the highlights, but it also said this: “To the few pioneers remaining who knew Mr. Battée, he is remembered as a man who was modest, plain in appearance and speech, determined, honest in all his dealings and one of the most far-sighted and efficient county officials of the closing quarter of the past century” (John M. Battée obituary 1921). John’s characteristics of hard work, “modest, plain in…speech, determined, honest in all his dealings” could also describe my great-grandfather Phillip, my grandfather, and my mother. John M. Battée passed along these traits by word and deed, with each generation of my family continuing his inheritance which is better than gold.   

Better than Gold, California, 2012, family photo archives.

In a letter to his mother, John wrote these most important words, words which tell much about the man and his character: “And I find the greatest source of happiness is to make those happy with whom we come in contact or with whom we are connected, that it is in giving pleasure we receive it with interest. if [sic] all would go upon that principle how many bitter words, heart burnings and estrangements would never have been known, sorrow would be banished from many a heart that is now burning and marking its progress on the careworn and furrowed countenance of its possessor, happiness is also a great promoter of health, therefor [sic] it is highly necessary to consider its sources and teach them, as well as to practice, especially to the Young should it be taught that for every reasonable sacrifice they make, and every benefit they confer only adds to their own enjoyment…” (Battée Letter No. 17 1857).

I believe in love and forgiveness.

Take care,

Charlyne 

***Special thanks to Cate Mills, Curator of Library & Archives at the History San Jose Research Library, as well as her volunteer assistant, Nadine Nelson, who did most of the database searching. It was exciting to see my great-great grandfather’s handwriting in copies of his original letters home. Before this, I had typed copies of his letters passed along in the family.

***Special thanks to Steve Rich, former schoolmate, friend, and attorney who read my research paper, read my great-great grandfather’s legal documents, advised me about John’s court cases, and said, “He was a smart man.”

Works Cited

Battée, John M. Letters Home. 1853 – 1866. Letters 4 – 20 of John M. Battée Letters. History San Jose Research Library, San Jose, California.

Battée, J.M. v. Aram, William, 1160 (District Court of the Third Judicial District 1858).

Foote, H S. Pen Pictures from the Garden of the World or Santa Clara County, California. The Lewis Publishing Company, 1888.

John M. Battée obituary. “Supervisor of ’70 Buried by Garden City Odd Fellows.” San Jose Mercury-Herald, November 3, 1921.

Mischel, Walter, PhD. The Marshmallow Test, Why Self-Control Is the Engine of Success. Little, Brown and Company, Hachette Book Group, 2014.

Pacific Mail Steam Ship Company’s Steamer John L. Stephens, ca. 1855, print, The Huntington Library. Web. 12 September 2021.

Pizarro, Sal. “New Farmers Union restaurant honors building’s legacy.” The Mercury News, 5 July 2013, updated 12 August 2016. Web. 12 September 2018. https://www.mercurynews.com/2013/07/05/pizarro-new-farmers-union-restautrant-honors-buildings-legacy/.>

Sawyer, Eugene T. History of Santa Clara County. Historic Record Company, 1922.

Stay the Course.

With my brother Richard and our mother at Malibu, California.

The other day as I was driving, I saw an interesting slogan on an 18-wheeler. Of course, I couldn’t take a picture while I was driving, after all I advocate for highway safety! Blazoned across the trailer in huge letters the message said: “Stay the course – you will see them again.” All the way home, I thought about those words. I believe those words with all my heart. “Stay the course” is a fine phrase for everything good and worthwhile. While my mother did not say those exact words, she exhibited this kind of fidelity to her core beliefs and practices in life. My mother encouraged me to be true to the principles and virtues she hoped I would live. She wanted me to “stay the course.” My mother wasn’t perfect, no one is, but she tried to be the best she could be. The more I think about my mother’s values, the more I want to be like her. As a small child, I wanted to be just like her. I thought she was the most beautiful mother in the world. To me, she was loving, glamorous, and talented. She seemed to know everything.  

With my brother Richard and our father, Malibu, California.

It was important to my mother that our family matched as far as the most important values and standards in life such as love, kindness, respect, compassion, forgiveness, honesty, gratitude, responsibility, generosity, and much more. On a lighter note, on rare occasions she made us matching outfits. We loved it! It showed the world we belonged together. One year, she sewed us outfits for fourth of July. The fabric had red and blue fireworks-style starbursts on a white background. We wore them at the beach, for picnics, and to watch the 4th of July fireworks. My mother loved to sew. I loved to watch her sew. It seemed to me each garment she made was stitched together with love, much like our family was stitched together with love. I learned some rips, tears, and shreds in the fabric could be stitched back together with care and love. There are some important concepts in sewing. For one thing, in order to complete a garment, one must follow the directions and the pattern, as well as to “stay the course”.

My mother’s sewing machine.

I have my mother’s sewing machine, along with her sewing things. I don’t know what happened to her first sewing machine, but knowing her, she probably passed it along to someone who could use it, as it was still in good working order. She not only kept our home in good order, but she took care to maintain things like sewing machines. Now, I use my mother’s sewing machine, grateful she took the time to clean and oil it regularly. It still sews beautifully because she was devoted to “stay the course.”

The owner’s manual, or instruction book, for my mother’s sewing machine.

The owner’s manual has some important information. The introduction asks the new owner to read the booklet’s instructions for the best sewing experience and to save money on needless, preventable repairs. There are important sections on setting up the sewing machine, how to properly control various tensions, as well as cleaning and maintenance. My mother was faithful in reading everything. She was faithful to follow the instructions for cleaning and maintenance. It’s why her sewing machine still works well.

The Vogue Americana Oscar de la Renta sewing pattern my mother used to make a high school special occasion dress for me.

After she died, I found this pattern in my mother’s things. I remember my mother carefully fitting and pinning the pieces to the pressed pale pink brocade fabric she and I had chosen. All the pattern pieces needed to fit on the fabric before cutting it. My mother believed in the adage of “waste not, want not.”   

My mother’s measuring tape.

Of course, my mother was careful to get all the measurements before she bought a sewing pattern. While she took my measurements, my mother would remind me of the most important measurements: the measurements of a good character. She never missed an opportunity to make a life lesson come alive. She said it in a caring way. It made me want to be a better person. I was happy she cared so much.

The sewing guide, or instructions.

It’s important to follow the instructions included in the pattern. The instructions show the various ways to efficiently lay out the pattern pieces on different widths of fabric, as well as which pieces to sew together and the order in which to sew them. If I don’t follow these directions, I may have a mess instead of a masterpiece.

My mother’s sewing pins.

It was important the pins were sharp so they wouldn’t tear the tissue paper or ruin the fabric as it pierced through the layers of delicate paper and cloth. Once all the pattern pieces were pinned exactly where they should be, it was time to carefully cut out the fabric pieces to make the garment. Significantly, the lines of the pattern pieces needed to be followed while cutting them or there would be a gap, and the whole project could be ruined. It was necessary to “stay the course.”

My mother’s scissors were quite sharp.

Sharp scissors are a must so the edges of the fabric are not ragged. Sometimes my mother used pinking shears, but those were also sharp. It’s easier to cut with a sharp instrument. Then it’s time to pin the pieces of fabric together according to the directions. Good, strong thread is important when sewing the garment pieces together. My mother usually sewed French seams. She reinforced the stress points by double or triple sewing over those areas so they wouldn’t tear. My mother wanted the garment to “stay the course.” Could it be I need reinforcements for my stress points?  

My mother (left in the handmade Oscar de la Renta dress), ready to sing for a wedding accompanied by her friend Geri playing the organ, California.

I felt like a million dollars when I wore the finished dress to my special event. Later my mother wore the dress, too. It was well made. It lasted for many special occasions, including church. Sewing is a lot like life. If I follow the best directions, I will have a pretty good life. Sure, there will be some things to cut or pierce – it can hurt. But God can take those things and make something beautiful, good, and strong from it, if I let Him…if I “stay the course.”

My French curve.

The French curve was invented by a mathematician. It’s used for drafting or in fashion design. The French curve helps me make needed adjustments to make a pattern fit better. It smooths a curve, making it perfect. When life seems to have thrown me a curve, I’m reminded it can be smoothed and turned into something beautiful. I’m thankful for all the lessons my mother taught me just in this one area of life – sewing!

My first instruction manual – the Bible.

My parents gave me my first Bible when I was three and a half years old. It was a lovely cream hue. I remember sitting in church, leafing through the pages when the adults were looking up verses. This was before I could read, but I wanted to be like my mother. I loved to look at the pictures. My favorite was the color picture of David, the shepherd boy and Goliath, the soldier giant. My mother read this story to me and my brother often. She told us God could help us whenever we were facing giants: the giants of temptation, the giants of mean people, as well as any difficulty in life. My mother wanted us to “stay the course.”

I had a piece of paper marking this passage.

It’s been many years since I used my childhood Bible. It was falling apart, and I got another Bible to use. I’m actually on my fourth Bible right now. It’s not because I’m careless with Bibles, but rather I read them so much. I pulled out my first Bible to look it over. I had marked two places with torn strips of lined school paper. The first place was Proverbs 3:5-6 (as written on the paper). It says this: “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.” I love the rich language of the early 1600s English words. I’m sure this was a memory text I learned, as was the other place I had marked with a strip of paper: Proverbs 19:20 says, “Hear counsel, and receive instruction, that thou mayest be wise in thy latter end.” These verses underscore the importance of paying attention to instruction in order to be wise and to “stay the course.” It ensures a beautiful outcome.

My mother’s “Happy Home” needle book.

I not only have my mother’s vintage needle book (pictured above), but I also have my grandmother’s very vintage needle book. My needle book was given to me by my insurance agent when I signed up for auto insurance at the age of 16. It’s still in good shape, despite being used so much. Sometimes things tear or rip. Then it’s time to bring out needle and thread to do some mending. If carefully mended, it can look like new again. My mother likened mending to the concept of forgiveness. In Matthew 18:35, Jesus discusses the principle of forgiving from the heart. Forgiveness mends the tear or rip in life. It makes things better than new, because it sets me free. Forgiveness was one of my mother’s most important principles she lived and taught. Forgiveness is forever attached to real love. For a happy home, a happy life, and a happy world, forgiveness is the most powerful thing one can do. “Stay the course!”

I believe in love and forgiveness.

Take care,

Charlyne 

Press Close And Lean In For Love – Those Who Make You Feel Loved Are Always Remembered.

Pressing close to my mother – lean in for love!

A Facebook post asked the question, “Did y’all grow up in affectionate homes where you said I love you often?” I had to answer: “Yes, ‘I love you’ was said all the time by everyone in the family. This tradition goes at least four generations that I know of.” The more I thought about it, the more I realized love and affection go back at least to my great-great-grandfather, according to his letters home, but that’s a story for another time. Someone at church noticed I always said “I love you” along with giving a hug for each of my family members in the foyer. Yes, I grew up in an affectionate home. Some people have riches or fame for a legacy, but the legacy in my family was love and affection. Love and affection are expressed in many ways.

Pressing close to my father.

The expression of love and affection can be as simple as saying “I love you,” or other loving words, whether spoken or written. It can be a hug; it can be an act of kindness and service to another. Love and affection can be expressed by spending time together. Sometimes a gift is a thoughtful expression of love. Love is shown in the sacrifices made for another. Whatever form real love takes, lean in to fully experience it. Too often people are in a hurry and don’t take time for love. In my family, we lingered for love.

Pressing close to my brother.

Romans 12:10 says this, “Be kindly affectioned one to another…” My mother emphasized this in the way we treated each other in our home. She made it a point of how we were to treat others outside of our family, as well. If I said someone had been mean to me at school, my mother impressed the lesson by saying, “We don’t know what kind of home they have.” My mother wanted me to be kind and loving to everyone. Those who did not have a good example of love at home needed kindly affection more than anyone else. My mother’s sympathy for those who were love impoverished influenced me to try to be kinder and more loving to everyone.  

My mother, who was pregnant, faced the real possibility of death in this pregnancy. Just in case, she wanted to see her parents one more time, so we drove the nearly 500-mile trip. (Pressing close to Grandpa, with my mother and my brother.)

My mother adored her parents. My father did, as well. I was blessed to have two parents who prioritized family. But even if it was not your family’s experience, you can incorporate kindly affection in your own interactions with others. 1 John 4:19 says we can love others because God first loved us. God is the supreme example of love. When I let God’s love into my heart, I will love others. The daily news reminds me this kind of love is sadly lacking in our world. What the world needs now is a pandemic of kindly affection and love. There’s a song by F. E. Belden I loved to sing in the old hymnal of my childhood, “‘Tis Love that Makes Us Happy.” It may have been written in 1892, but the message still resonates today.

Pressing close to my sister

Because no one knows how long family members and friends will be here, my mother taught me to love and cherish each interaction as though it might be the last time. Sometimes, it is the last time. When my sister and my mother died so close in time to each other, I felt bereft without them. I could never forget those who loved me so much. One of my consolations was knowing I had loved them, pressed close to them, and leaned in for love every chance I got. Another consolation was the hope and promise of seeing them again one day. Their deaths reminded me life was precious, and I needed to love those who remained.

Sheep’s wool from pressing close (2021).

Down the road from my house there is a sheep barn. The surrounding hills provide plenty of grass where the sheep graze. There is a little pullout along the road where the shepherd parks his truck to tend to the sheep. Right where the shepherd parks and opens the gate the sheep press close to the fence to be as near to him as possible. You can see their wool caught along the fence. On this day, the sheep were in a far pasture, but if you look at the upper right corner of the picture, you can see the first sheep who ran to look down at the gate…had the beloved shepherd returned? It reminded me to be on the lookout for my Beloved Shepherd, Jesus Christ, and to press close to Him. Lean in for love. People are not perfect, but God’s love is.

I believe in love, forgiveness, and second chances.

Take care,

Charlyne