12/27/2025
Oh Lord!
How I love this woman.
Her family.
by Blood and beyond.
Extended family…
Because of the magic of the mojo here.
Authentic kindness…
real. gritty. contagious.
Testimonies that transform minds and hearts and incline them to softer edges.
The BEST kind of ripple effect Good Stuff we wish we could bottle up and share with the world.
And you CAN!
By following Whispering Acres Farm Animal Sanctuary and SHARING Janine’s posts.
Dear God, THANK YOU for what they’re doing here and bless their socks off in 2026.
As 2025 draws to an end….
They didn’t come to us healthy.
They didn’t come to us easy.
They didn’t come to us on a schedule.
They came broken.
Scared.
Hungry.
Pregnant when we were told they weren’t.
Old when the world had decided they were no longer useful.
And somehow… they trusted us anyway.
2025 tested Whispering Acres in every possible way.
There were nights filled with bottle feedings and whispered promises.
Mornings that began with hope—and others that ended in goodbye.
Some lives were saved because love, medicine, and sheer stubbornness were enough.
Others were saved because dignity mattered more than time.
We held them when their bodies couldn’t hold on.
We spoke softly when fear was loud.
We made sure they knew warmth, safety, and kindness—sometimes for the first time in their lives.
And in return, they gave us everything.
They healed volunteers who didn’t talk much.
They calmed teenagers carrying more weight than they should.
They reminded adults what it feels like to be needed, present, and alive.
Whispering Acres is not just a sanctuary.
It is a promise.
A promise that no animal will be disposable.
A promise that no goodbye will be rushed or lonely.
A promise that even in chaos, compassion will win.
If you supported us in 2025—financially, physically, emotionally—please know this:
Every single act of kindness rippled outward.
Because of you, animals slept safely.
Because of you, hard days were softened.
Because of you, love outpaced loss.
And because of them…
We will keep going.
No matter how tired.
No matter how hard.
No matter how much hay is in our hair.
Thank you for being part of Whispering Acres.
Thank you for believing in second chances.
Thank you for choosing compassion—again and again.