So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria, God and life, teaching and gardening plus the occasional cow


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Swingle finds some snow!

Up at Schönfeld for our first big walk of the year, there was still some snow left, so guess who went nuts! FB click on the link for the slideshow!

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Village tales #1

I keep on having these random chats with Mr B and the man with the black labrador, all of which I find fascinating.

Labrador man dog sits for his son, but the dog doesn’t really know how to play and has very weak hindquarters, and is very narrow bodied, not a good specimen, but that’s not my business! He lives opposite us across the Thomaterbach, and I’ve often seen him exercising the dog in the filed, see picture! Last week, I met them and I suggested we take the dogs into a field for a run! Result, I’ve wanted to look around the field for ten years! The dogs played, well Swingle ran around like a greyhound and kept on knocking the Lab over. He didn’t know what to do! We let the dogs into the Bach and at last I got a view of the old wier from the other side.  I could see how the river had been diverted along the bottom of our land and it had run into the Mur for the turbine that powered the paper factory, now  brick factory. Its all concreted up now. But then he wold me that the Hardts who restored this building during the war dammed the river and made a swimming pond there. Times long gone.

Then on our was he pointed out to me the clump of trees in the field (across the river in picture) and we went to look. It used to be an Ice pond, and the local pub would harvest it and store it in the cellar.  I think he meant that it was for the beer making process, but maybe it was just to cool things, more interesting things! We then had two tired dogs and walked home our separate ways. Now I may not get another chance to go in the field as its hay growing season, but maybe in autumn I could ask him if I could go in with my camera…….


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Swingle and the Blessing

I wrote the post below over two weeks ago. Since then, our dog is healed. No more broken nights. You can laugh at me as much as you want. Easter blessings to you all!

So time went on and I got so fed up I thought right, I’m being told all the time in Andrew’s book that its my fault that Swingle isn’t being sorted out due to my unbelief and negativity, I just gave up. Maybe I was trying to do it in God’s will, but really it was just in my strength.  Then I read on about the time that it took Daniel to get an answer to prayer, so maybe my prayer had been answered and it was just taking time to get through. I could go with that. I stopped beating myself up for not being Mrs Super Christian, I don’t spent hours head bent saying lots of thee and thou prayers with God, I read a bit, then ponder, and chat with him on and off during the day, or get a song stuck in my head, that’s a form of mediation, and all this is mostly when I’m dog walking. But of course, some days I get to bed time and realize I’ve hardly said a word to him -oops! But maybe that’s OK with a loving parent.

Then I got on to the bit again (second time reading the book), about the permanent blessing is in the supernatural and that good ‘things’ are the outworking of it all. So Swingle is in God’s blessing of healing, its done, don’t need to keep on in the thoughts of vets and changing food,(although we have taken her off the dried food or kibble part of her food again, which my every instinct says its wrong for her)  its done. I don’t need to keep praying over her, unless the problem tries to sneak back. I just need to concentrate on the blessing, and relax.

 


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Swingle and negation

She is definitely better, there are more nights good than bad. And I think there is a link if she swims and drinks a lot, but other wise, we’re still praying. When we have a broken night all the possibilities swim around my head and I’m back in the carnal world of worry again. Dave and I have commanded the problem to leave, and when my immediate thought was about when to call the vets, my negation negated the prayer, I said it again. I wonder why all this healing is such a frail thing, and then Mr Wommack and the Bible reminds me that the problem is us, not with him. When I rail at God for not pulling his weight, he hasn’t changed, its me, I’m the inconstant factor.

I’m slowly getting to the place where I don’t care any more, I feel I am making some blunder with my prayers and she should be healed, but I’m bogging it up. I will keep on  praying for another week.


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Swingle and Unbelief

The week following was wonderful, our daughter and her boyfriend were with us and we had uncluttered nights of sleep. Trouble is my sleep patterns are still so disrupted that I didn’t sleep well all the time, duh, note to self to pray for me against this!

Then with the catch up tiredness, and our visitors leaving things began to slide. At first I was praying over Swingle each night, with authority and conviction and belief but got complacent. When I was walking the first week, it became clear how often I could negate what I was believing in my thoughts, oh great, she’s eaten another mouse corpse, that’ll upset her, and I’d counteract that with positivity, Oh no she won’t! Any of you who listen to Andrew and the Bible will be familiar with this, words are our main Christian force. But I let those thoughts slip too.  I got behind with my reading.

Result, back again to broken nights. As I lay there, unable to sleep, I ranted at God, this is all too difficult. Why can’t you do this for me? It’s not fair. It shouldn’t be such hard work. Cussing the dog as I let her out again in the middle of the night.

Then I picked the book up  again. God’s blessings are already there for us in the spiritual realm. Health and prosperity are manifestations of it, they are not the blessings.  God hadn’t changed, it was me, I just had to take the simple step of going back, praying, its not by my self will, its accessing what is already there, through words. So last night, Dave and I prayed over her with authority. She was well fed and exercised in the worldly sense.

Result.


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Swingle and Andrew Wommack……………

The two have never met, but I think his book has had an effect on us all! Now comes a series of full on Christian posts, no apologies.

Andrew’s new book is about living in God’s best, which explains and establishes that as Christians were are blessed permanently, and should be living in this, not in illness, poverty and unhappiness. Miracles are short term, emergency fixes. I have often thought it wrong when I’ve heard people saying oh, we’re relying on God to pay for us, each month the money turns up just in time. Wrong, we should be living in his blessing in all things, and we also should be doing our part, God cannot bless and multiply nothing, to quote Mr W, 100% x 0 is still nothing. God will bless what we do, we can’t just sit and wait. Any way, back to the plot.

I got to the bit about his fear of dogs and being chased up a tree, and how he took from Genesis 1.28 that God gave us dominion over all animals. He used this to counteract his fear and dogs bother him no more. So that night I took my authority, and commanded Swingle not to wake us. Believing that I must act to sort the physical as well as the spiritual, we took her straight off the medicine and put her back onto breakfasts rather than suppers. Some of you may argue, well that was the reason, but we have been through all of these changes in the past few months to no effect.

Result!


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Swingle’s problems go on

After another week of sharing letting out dog duties, Dave and I said enough. Swingle has had over a month on the Incontex and no change what so ever. I went back to the vet, who said that if this wasn’t working, there is no other remedy and she has learnt the behaviour. His best advice was just to ignore her as the layout of our flat is not condusive to shutting her in a room.

So night one: Pattering of claws on laminate and tiles, mild groaning. But after a while she went back to bed! No tiddles found in the morning. Result?

Night Two: I didn’t realize that  she was coming in and out at about one o’clock. She eventually went away but was back again, frantic. So Dave let her out, she was gone a while and then straight back to bed until nearly 8 in the morning. Result?

She had eaten something yucky a couple of days ago and that had given her the runs (all these dead things appearing out of the melting snow).  I had thought her bowels had functioned again, but she must have not gone in the day, hence the frantic dash out. All was normal in the garden when we looked.

The main problem is that while we are lying there listening to her tapdancing, I am tense and thoroughly waking up. Meaning I cannot get back to sleep for at least an hour. Result-mental zombie in the morning. Can’t  do this long term. Dave goes back to work soon and I’ll be on my own.

So do we adopt a policy of only ignoring the 3am call? Shout at her to go away? That would make her anxious and more likely to need a trip. Is there really an underlying problem? Do I get a second opinion from another vet?  Do we go back to putting newspapers by the front door?

I would so like to talk to a dog trainer, in English, like Victoria Stilwell, but there’s precious little chance of that!!

Ideas?