Milking a Goat and Benefits of Unpasteurized Milk

Today, I’d like for you to join me as we milk our goats! Watch this video, and you’ll be able to learn how to milk a goat yourself.  One of the stories that I read that really made me want to try milking goats and having raw milk, was the story that happened in the 1300’s. The Bubonic plague came and hit Europe and killed 25 million people, within 3 years of time. The only people that weren’t dying were the Jews. The people thought that the Jews were killing them, but really what was happening was that they were eating “Biblically correct”.  Their immune systems were strong, and their bodies were able to kill the bad bacteria with the good bacteria from the unpasteurized milk.  They were able to kill viruses and pathogens that came into their bodies.  It’s an amazing super-food that God created for us to be able to have for our health.

Now that you’re convinced that you want a milking goat, here are the supplies that we need in order to milk her…

– We need a jar to put the milk in.
– We need a sterilized cloth to make sure that nothing falls into the milk while we’re milking her.
– And we need a cloth to wash her well.

The first thing that we’re going to do is wash her udders.  After you’ve done that, you lay the cloth over the jar and start milking. The first couple squirts go onto the paper towel, just in case there’s bacteria in there.  Put both hands at the base of her utter, push up and squeeze, and then all the milk comes down. So you go up, and squeeze down!  You want to make sure that you get it all out because you don’t want her to get any infections.

The next thing that you do is spray with Fight-Bac. This is a disinfectant, and it also helps to control mastitis. You never want your goat to have that.  Now we’re going to let her out…Good job, Angel!

The first thing we’re going to do is wash our hands.  The next thing we’re going to do is take the cloth off and rinse it out.  Rinse it really well and get all the milk and anything that fell on it off.  Then we have a filter.  I got mine from Hoager’s, a goat supplies store (online).  I put the filter on the bottom of the funnel. Then we’re going to put it through the second filtration process.  Make sure that we filter out anything that could have fallen into the milk. Sometimes you don’t have any dirt, and nothing comes through the first cloth that we put on.  But, you never want take that chance — you always want to have a second filter.

This is from one milking!  We get a little over a gallon a day.  This is from the night time milking, and we get the same amount in the morning.  Then, I take the funnel and filter off, I rinse it, and later I’ll be sterilizing it.  Now we’re going to put a top on and seal it up.  We have Saturday written on the top.   We put it on, and now we’re finished.  We’re going to put it in the refrigerator where it will last for 4 to 5 days.  And now we’re finished.  You know how to milk a goat.  And you know how to process it.

When Temporal Things are Taken Away

A storm hit Virginia Friday night taking out power lines with its winds gusting up to 75-100 miles an hour. It’s Tuesday, and we still don’t have power, water or internet.  And on top of that, my computer was fried in the storm. It is interesting how quickly life can change — in a split second.

We have a gas-powered generator to keep a few things going like the refrigerator, a fan, etc. There’s no air conditioning in the 100 degree weather. We have well water, so in order to get water to flush the toilets you have to put a bucket down the 27 foot well and draw it out. Then dump the water down the back of the toilet bowl to flush it. It’s a lot of work after 4 days of drawing water to wash all your dishes, flush toilets and have enough to wash off with.  But at least we have a well to get water.  Some don’t.

Drawing water from the over 100 year old well

I didn’t get enough water to flush the toilet. Two more buckets will do the trick.

Our stove is gas-powered, which is nice because you don’t have to have electricity to use it. You just need a match or a lighter to ignite the fire . I have been making everything on an iron skillet and just wiping it clean after cooking in it. Iron skillets don’t need water to clean them. I actually made Caramelized Butternut Squash Chicken with no electricity in one skillet yesterday. It was delicious! Making Caramelized Butternut Squash Chicken without electricity in on cast iron skillet

For entertainment, my mom, Ellie and I decided to get some sewing done the day after the storm hit. We all sat in the kitchen and worked on our own little projects: hemming, altering and adding buttons to things that had just been sitting and waiting for us to have time for them.

My mom, Ellie and me sewing Saturday afternoon for entertainment.

You never know when the things of this world will be taken away. 1 Corinthians 7:29-32 says time is short. We can’t put all of our hope and happiness in temporal things and make them the god of our security. We have to be anchored in the eternal so that when the things of the world are taken away, we can stay sure and steady, never losing peace or our joy. We are happy, healthy and hot here on the Glasgow farm.

Getting ready to put the fried onions, pecans, ginger and caramelized butternut squash on top of chicken. Can you read the temperature in the kitchen?

 

 

Copperhead Snake Struck Dale — Would you Pray?

 

Cooperhead Snake

This morning I was praying outside at my favorite prayer spot.  I heard the chickens making a big ruckus, but I kept praying. My cell phone rang.  It was Dale.  He said, “I need to you to come to the house right now.” Concerned, I asked if something was wrong. He said, “I need to you to come now.” I ran to the house as fast as I could.

Dale was holding his leg when I got inside the kitchen. He said, “A snake bit me. One of the chickens got out of the coop, so I was chasing after her to get her back in. The snake must have thought I was a threat and struck .”  He was running, so the snake didn’t have the opportunity to release all its venom into a full bite.  It was a strike. I could see a scratch and tiny hole.

Copperhead strikes still do have venom, and Dale was having intense numbness and pain. I prayed immediately and powerfully in the name of Jesus.

I anointed him with oil and quoted scriptures of healing.

 “I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.”
Luke 10:19

“Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless his holy name! Bless the Lord O my soul, and forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from destruction, who crowns you with loving kindness and tender mercies, who satisfies your mouth with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagles. “Psalm 103:1-5

“Is anyone among you suffering? Let hi pray. . . Is anyone among you sick? Let him. . .pray over him, anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise hi up. . . The fevent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” James 5:13-16

We continued to pray. There was some relief.

I cleaned the wound, applied lavender oil, and then poured fig leaf milk onto the site.  Then I  made a poultice of crushed fig to put on top.

He felt a little more relief. That’s where I’m at now, asking you to pray for Dale. He is doing better, but we want all symptoms to be gone and healed completely in Jesus’ name. Will you pray right now?  Thank you friend!

Seedlings, Fertile Soil, and the Harvest

Sprouting Seeds Beckon a Cultivated Garden

The temperature, humidity, and sunshine in the house were just right for growth to start.  Now the sprouts stand to attention, just waiting for rich soil to burrow their roots into for the growing season.

Cultivating a garden is hard work, but I love seeing a seed sprout into a full blown plant and then become a produce machine.  There’s nothing like bringing in those baskets and more basketfuls of succulent three pound tomatoes, or bushels of beans, or the one-hundred and fifty pound pumpkin at harvest time.

Raising children has a lot of similarities to planting seeds in a cultivated garden.  When they’re little they’re just waiting to burrow their roots and begin to grow. The environment of our home has everything to do with how they sprout, how deep their roots go, how strong they will be to endure the storms, and the fruit they will yield.

Proverbs 22:6 says, “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.”  Ephesians 6:4 says, “…Do not provoke your children to wrath, but bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord.”

The things we teach and train our children are so important.  But just as important are the things we don’t intend to teach but unintentionally cultivate by how we live, the atmosphere of our daily attitude, the sacrifices made without our mentioning, unspoken love that radiates from our spirit that cannot be unnoticed….How we talk, what we watch, what we do, how we love, what we do with our spare time.  Every-day is critical in cultivating their garden.

Our children are mostly grown now and producing more fruit than I ever dreamed.  Right after I took the picture of my spaghetti squash sprouts (above), we got a call from one of our daughters, Rachael. She’s in her senior year of college at Virginia Commonwealth University in the arts program. VCU ranks #1 in art programs in US public universities and #4 in public/private. That means they expect excellence.

Almost every project she works on has brought glory to Jesus and hope to the lost.  She has been the best in the class.  Many times she would call us in between class breaks and ask us to pray for her on the phone.  It was so hard to endure the classes because of the perversion in the projects being shown.  Art in the secular world is typically rendered in what will shock you: death, sex, nudity and immorality. She wanted to make sure Jesus looked the best, so she worked relentlessly at making sure her pieces were exceptional.  And they were.  She has won awards and honors, but today she won Best in Show for her  animation at the  Student Film Festival. She was competing with graduates as well. The animation was based on I John 2:17, “The world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever.” My heart is still fluttering over the excitement!

This past semester she decided to start a prayer group for artists on the campus.  She thought only a handful would be interested.   60 people signed up the first week she put the notice up.  Last week she got a job at the International Mission Board, wherein she’ll be speaking to the nations through video.

Cultivating a garden is hard work, but I love seeing a seed sprout into a full blown plant and then become a produce machine.  There’s nothing like watching your children sprout, become mature, and produce fruit that will affect untold numbers.  Now, that’s the epitome of bringing in the harvest.

The Adventure of Getting
the Milking Goat

Typically before a trip, I look at the map and calculate the entire adventure ahead of time.  This time we had been too busy and the morning we were leaving the internet was down, so I couldn’t “Map-Quest” the directions. Our ultimate purpose for the trip was to pick up a milking goat and 20 laying chickens.  Since we rented a U-Haul van for the trip we thought we might as well take advantage of the space in the van and stop at Dale’s brother’s barn, a couple hours away and pick up some boxes of old family treasures that he wanted to get rid of. After picking up the boxes, we said our goodbyes and then looked at the directions for our next, final stop. The “goat farm lady” said she lived close to our family and didn’t give an address just some rough directions. When we finally looked at the cities that she said we would go through, I was shocked to see we were hours from where I thought we were going- taking us into another state altogether! 

We started driving, and after 30 minutes I said to Dale, “Let’s turn around. I can find a milking goat much closer to home and chickens are easy to come by.  This trip will put us home in middle of the night.” Dale said, “No, this must be a divine appointment.  We have to see it through. We would never have planned this if we had known how far away it was and this is out of character for us not to have looked at a map ahead of time.  So it must be that God has a plan for us there.”  I agreed.  So, we traveled for hours down-breath taking winding mountain roads, getting lost, and with no cell connection.

Finally we got there.  We were 4 hours late and there she was- the farmer’s wife.  She was pleased to see us. Her hair was grayish white pulled back into a long braid.  Her hands were well worn.  Her clogs covered in wet mud. At first, I forgot it was a divine appointment and got my money out to pay her for the goat and chickens so we could get back on the road quickly and get home.  Then she sat down and started to milk her whole herd of goats, after the first four, I knew we were going to be there for the duration. While we milked, she talked. Her husband had died a little over a month before.  He took care of everything and now she was all alone and legally blind.  She didn’t have a car, couldn’t drive, didn’t have a soul to help her on the 25 acre farm with all the animals.  Her closest family member lived on the west coast and she lived in WVA.  This was a divine appointment designed by God Himself.

The property was in serious need of help. She took us into her home.  She didn’t take her muddy boots off, nor did she close the door to the animals walking behind us into the house.  She stoked her coal stove and sat down to talk some more. We realized that the greatest need she had was to be loved, someone to listen to her, and just be with her- so we did. Three hours later we held her hands, prayed and blessed her, gave her hugs, love and said goodbye.

 We hadn’t stopped praying for- or communicating with her.  Dale was right- it was a divine appointment. Our greatest asset we can give someone is the Father’s love.  His love is so powerful!  It speaks volumes and rushes over the recipient like a mighty rushing river.

We loaded the 20 chickens and Alpine milking goat into the van behind the boxes of family treasures.  We were officially a full load now.  The chickens were clucking and rustling as we drove down the winding mountain roads. It didn’t take long before we had to lower the windows because the smell had overcome the vehicle.  It was going to be a long ride home.  Several hours from home, I was driving and looked over at dale and was shocked to see a mouse on his shoulder! Soon there was another mouse running up the side of his seat.  Then, another running under my seat! I don’t know how many there were but they were coming out of the boxes that we had gotten from his brothers barn. I kept telling myself that if one landed on my head or up my pant-leg that I could and would remain in control and not freak out! For three hours we drove with the lights on watching the mice run about.  The divine appointment was an adventure of a day to say the least!

Sharon Glasgow

 

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