One of the selling factors to this house was that it already had a chicken coop.... not that I've ever raised chickens. I'm not even that fond of birds. I secretly think they will peck my eyes out. Just look at them, they're so shifty....
But chickens aren't really birds.
I waited almost a year. Give time for my Mr. who is not always excited about change, to try them. We got 6 day old chicks a few weeks ago. They were so small. We got the heating lamp, a small coop, feeder, it all. The entire family (including the dog) warmed up to them. The girls and I carried them around in our pockets. Even Ryan enjoyed their antics. One night when the heat lamp went out, Ryan let them stay inside by a portable heater. Of course I got up every few hours to check on them. They were asleep.
The point is, they have become kind of like a mall watching activity of ours. They have personalities, and you can almost hear them:
the big one- I'm awesome, I'm awesome
the pretty one- like, oh my gosh, you totally picked at your poo
the follower- where did he go? where did he go? I'm lost.
the scavenger- food, food, wood shaving, poo- eww, food, food...
the jock- watch this guys (pathetic attempt at flying)
Anyway, they are fun fun!
That is until yesterday.
Petite died.
Then today, Fluffy Fluff Fluffy Fluff (guess who named that one) flew the coop. I can't decide if she really disliked her name, or she fell in love with a hawk and the two of them wen to live in harmony elsewhere.
So now, we are down to four.
Which will give us 20 eggs a week... plenty..... that is, if they don't become birds and peck my eyes out. My Mr. probably won't let me keep them then.
Yesterday we were talking about God's commandment to give our first 10% to Him. It made me wonder... what if He asked us to give our first 50% (gulp) OR what if it was just our first 1%... I'd bet we'd STILL have a hard time doing it.
We act as if God needs our money. I think He's saying, "Silly Amy, I give you money, and this command for you, FOR you!" I don't know about you, but I have been known to pray, "Oh Lord, please help us make it to the end of the month." Imagine the number of conversations we'd miss with our Father if we didn't get to play with our money.
So give, spend, enjoy your finances today.
Have you?
Have you been in that place where it's all black and yucky feeling.
Where you feel like you should do something: eat, pray, something, but all you can do it sit. Sit and cry.
I heard the worst news today. Someone I love is in a bad place. And there is nothing I can do about it. I can't make things happy, can't make them think the way I do... which is really what I want to do.
The beauty of God's free will is just that.... people get to make the wrong decisions. Which makes me ache.
I am praying that I accept people for all their decisions, changes, love them no matter what. To feel, not judge. To love, not tell them what to think, to do, to decide.
