A Facebook post I wrote on March 17, 2016
Feeling very sad this morning...another
attack...another chicken lost...our favorite...she survived multiple
attacks in the past...we nursed her back to relatively good health and
enjoyed her for a few months...we could pet her...she cared for our two
youngsters...and now she is gone. Charlie built a fortress with much
thought and time and energy spent. "there is NO WAY a predator can get
in" we said. Yesterday morning, while I was out working in the back
a larger animal with much strength pulled up the bottom of the fence.
Last night we saw the evidence of its strength. Didn't sleep well last
night...first thought for me this morning was "why didn't I go down and
check on them yesterday morning when I heard them making noise?" False
security..."there is NO WAY a predator can get in" They are just chasing
each other. So, this morning during my quiet time, which I begin with
writing in my gratitude book, I said, "I don't feel any gratitude this
morning...I need to read from the Psalms"...and this is what I read "I
remember the days of old; I meditate on all Thy doings; I muse on the
work of Thy hands. I stretch out my hands to Thee; My soul longs for
Thee as a parched land." Next to it some time this past year, I had
written in pen the word "gratitude". Hmmm Even my sweet chicken is
teaching me...but I am still struggling with this.
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