Country Lifestyle
Country Folks Will Survive
If you are reading this then congratulations, you are a 2020 survivor! The road ahead is still a little on the scary side. In fact, I wish someone would figure out how to turn the light back on at the end of the tunnel. The official mascot of 2020 was the racoon; always wears a mask, compulsively washes hands and if you rearrange the letters it spells corona.
It’s hard to predict, plan or look forward to the new year ahead. One thing is for sure, twenty years from now this country will be run by people who were homeschooled by day drinkers. I’ve seen the post “It may take a village to raise a child, but it will take a vineyard to homeschool one. In fact, I saw a woman scraping the “My Kid is a Terrific Student” sticker off the back of her minivan, I guess homeschooling isn’t going so well for her. Maybe when school does reopen parents will have a new appreciation for their children’s teachers.
Where did 2020 take a wrong turn? A bat snack in China rocked our world. In January there were seven coronavirus cases reported in the US, February twenty four cases, March one hundred, eighty eight thousand, seven hundred and twenty four cases were reported. That was when the line was drawn and the country shut down. We ran out of toilet paper, and hand sanitizer. Joe Exotic aka The Tiger King, was our largest source of entertainment. I don’t think it’s official yet but we all know; Carol Baskins killed her husband, whacked him and fed him to the tigers. Face masks became mandatory and political. Hypochondriacs have stopped stressing over their brain tumors, they are now convinced their Oklahoma allergies have morphed into covid and will surely die before this is over. Essentials went to work everyday. While non-essentials remained at home to work remotely, where pants were optional. The rest of the day they were trapped inside their homes, where they began planning renovations. Your local lumber, hardware, appliance and gardening store became the only store in town where it was ok to gather, unofficially.
Common sense is treading new waters: People are outside in the fresh air walking down the street, wearing face masks. People driving alone in their cars are wearing face masks. People are wearing face masks on their chins. If I am in a tight group of people I will respectively wear my mask, out of courtesy. But I can’t handle wearing the mask for very long, I tend to hold my breath then I get light headed, that triggers anxiety, that triggers an instant headache, because of some other issues I have, so I go out of my way to avoid places where I have to wear a mask. My life is altered out of respect for others not out of fear
I am not making light of the pandemic. It’s seriously bad news to a lot of people. So is the flu. Maybe through it all we as a society will have developed a better sense of personal hygiene. Pre 2020 I really had to talk myself through buffets and arm myself with hand sanitizer at the table, but this year my favorite chinese food buffet supplies disposable gloves for trips to the food bar. I seriously was very impressed with the idea! But as I headed for the dessert bar, I spotted a guy wearing his gloves while gnawing on some chicken wings. I think he missed the point. Some restaurants require customers to wear a mask to enter the building, but upon arrival at your seat, it’s ok to remove your mask. Once you get to your table the invisible shield that surrounds each table is activated and you are safe to enjoy your meal and friendly conversation.
No doubt 2020 was the most painful year of our lifetime. It seemed to touch every aspect of life as we know it. Fresh on my mind was how it affected some families holiday’s. It was suggested to limit gatherings to ten people. Funerals were allowed to host a group of thirty. I know some families spent the holidays having a funeral for their pet turkey, refreshments were provided. Bar’s must close at 11:00pm. Does the virus get stronger around midnight? Another thing that has me scratching my head are the three suggestions from the CDC for safe holiday family gatherings: 1) Avoid singing and shouting 2) Keep music levels down 3) Limit alcohol. Let’s decipher these points. Singing and shouting might put extra saliva into the air, saliva is a carrier for any type of virus, alright, I can buy that. Keep music levels down, well this is a stretch but maybe they are concerned with the song “Sweet Caroline” spilling into the air. We all know that touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you could spread the virus. Limit alcohol, honestly all kinds of communicable diseases have been spread where alcohol is poured freely, so we will count that one as a legit good idea, too!
But seriously folks, let’s all have a little faith, and not live in fear. We were not created to live in fear but to live a full life. Let’s all raise a toast to a new year, where love knows no limits, where freedom is appreciated, where grace and mercy reign and world peace has been achieved. Let’s not look back at 2020, let’s keep our eyes looking forward and pray our country remains the greatest place to live. Here at the end of this dirt road, we will always be Christ following, gun toting, flag waving, country music listening, hardworking, essential country folks!
Country Lifestyle
Tracks in the Sand
By Savannah Magoteaux
This morning, I walked out into my arena and noticed something that gave me pause. The roping steers had been in there the day before, and even though the ground was wide and level, the dirt carried their story. Hoofprints crossed every direction, but in several spots, the same trail was pressed deeper than the rest. Twelve steers had been turned out, yet more than a few chose the exact same path, wearing it down until it stood out from all the other tracks.
Cattle are creatures of habit. Anyone who has spent time around them knows this. They like routine: the same feed, the same water trough, the same shade tree in the pasture. When they are turned loose, they rarely wander without purpose. More often than not, they move together, following the same course as the steer in front of them. There are reasons for this: efficiency, safety, instinct. Walking a beaten path conserves energy, and following the herd is their natural defense. Even in an arena with no real destination, those instincts come through. By the end of a short turnout, you will see the evidence, lines where they have chosen the easiest way to travel and stuck with it.
Out on the range, those lines last longer. Before fences and highways, cattle drives cut deep paths across the land. The Chisholm Trail, which carried herds north from Texas through Oklahoma into Kansas, was walked by millions of cattle in the late 1800s. More than a century later, faint traces of those trails remain, worn so deep by hooves and wagon wheels that the land still carries the mark. On ranches today, you can see the same effect in pastures where cattle walk the same lines between water and grazing. From the ground, those trails might look like nothing more than dusty ruts, but from the air, they sometimes stand out as sharp lines winding through otherwise open fields. Cattle do not simply pass over the land; they shape it. Every step adds up.
That simple truth extends beyond livestock. We all make tracks. Our habits and routines are our trails, worn in by repetition, sometimes efficient, sometimes limiting. Like the cow paths, they can serve a purpose, keeping us steady and helping us move forward. But when repeated without thought, they risk becoming ruts, keeping us from stepping into new ground. History offers perspective here, too. The old cattle trails built towns and economies, but once railroads and fences changed the landscape, those paths were no longer helpful. Sticking to them would have meant going in circles. Progress required something new.
The Tracks We Leave
Standing in the arena, I thought about the kind of tracks I leave behind. Most of mine are not visible in the dirt. They are pressed into my daily life, how I work, the way I handle challenges, and the example I set. Some are helpful and worth keeping. Others may have outlived their purpose. The difference lies in knowing when to stay on the track and when to step off it.
Tomorrow I will drag the arena and smooth it all clean again. The next time the steers are turned in, they will make the same trails. That is their nature. But unlike them, I have a choice. I can decide which paths are worth walking, which ones to change, and what kind of tracks I want to leave for others who might follow.
Tracks tell a story. Sometimes they are only temporary, fading with the next rain. Other times, they last for generations, reminders of where herds and people once walked. This morning, the cattle showed me again that even the smallest things on the ranch carry meaning. Their tracks in the arena were not just marks in the dirt. They are a lesson showing that every step matters, and the paths we choose shape more than just the ground beneath our feet.
References
Jordan, T. G. Trails to Texas: Southern Roots of Western Cattle Ranching. University of Nebraska Press, 1981.
Frantz, J. B. “The Chisholm Trail.” Handbook of Texas Online, Texas State Historical Association.
Bailey, C. “Animal Behavior and Herd Dynamics in Cattle.” Oklahoma State University Extension, 2019.
National Park Service. “Chisholm Trail: Herding Cattle and History.” https://www.nps.gov
Country Lifestyle
Apple Fritter Quick Bread
Total Time: 1 hour and 40 minutes
Servings: 10
2 medium apples (any type), peeled, cored & diced
1/3 cup brown sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened
2/3 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 3/4 tsp baking powder
1/2 cup milk
For the Glaze:
- 1/2 cup (60g) powdered sugar
1–2 tbsp milk
1/4 tsp vanilla extract
Instructions:
Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease and line a 9×5-inch loaf pan with parchment paper.
Peel and chop apples and place in a bowl with brown sugar and cinnamon. Toss and set aside.
In a large mixing bowl, cream together butter and granulated sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in eggs one at a time, then add vanilla. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour and baking powder. Gradually add dry ingredients to the butter mixture, alternating with milk, mixing until just combined.
Next, pour half of the batter into the loaf pan, top with half of the apple mixture, then repeat with remaining batter and apples. Lightly swirl with a knife for a marbled effect.
Bake for 50–55 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
Cool in pan for 10 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.
In a small bowl, whisk together powdered sugar, milk, and vanilla until smooth. Drizzle over cooled bread.
Slice and enjoy warm or at room temperature.
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From Savior to Lord
At a funeral I went to recently, the preacher said something that has stayed with me. He reminded us that, for the man we were honoring, God went from being Savior to Lord.
That phrase captures a turning point in faith. When we first come to know Christ, it’s with gratitude for His saving grace. It’s personal, almost inward-looking: Jesus rescued me. He forgave me. He gave me new life. In that moment, He is our Savior.
But faith is not meant to remain only in the relief of salvation. Over time, we are called to move from simply being saved to truly being led. To call Jesus Lord is to hand Him the reins, to let Him set the course. It means the decisions we make, the way we spend our time, and even the way we handle hardship reflect His authority instead of our own desires.
That shift isn’t dramatic or loud — it’s usually lived out in the everyday. It’s choosing honesty when cutting corners would be easier. It’s setting aside pride to serve others. It’s holding firm in values even when the world says compromise. It’s forgiving, even when it costs something.
And for people who work the land or care for animals, this truth feels especially close. We know what it means to trust something bigger than ourselves — the rain, the soil, the cattle in our care. A rancher can do everything right, but at the end of the day, much is still beyond his control. Faith works the same way. We can’t stop at receiving salvation like a safety net. We have to surrender daily, trusting God to lead, provide, and direct, even when we don’t know what’s ahead.
Scripture asks it plainly: “Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say?” (Luke 6:46). The challenge is clear — it isn’t enough to know God as Savior. We are called to live with Him as Lord.
Salvation is the beginning, but lordship is the journey. And just like tending a crop or training a good rope horse, it’s a steady, daily process. Rescue is where faith starts. Surrender is where it grows strong.
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