This morning I woke up with an old hymn on my heart..."How deep the Father's love for us, How vast beyond all measure. That He should give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure..." (Everyone sing it now!). Anyway, here's why: an answered prayer. A simple little "chicken prayer" as I've dubbed it. A couple years ago my sister in law wanted chickens for her backyard. Hubby said no, naturally. Turns out when you grow up on a farm of sorts you have no desire later in life to care for domesticated backyard chickens. She prayed with faith knowing her Heavenly Father's love and interest in the little details of her life. And lo and behold, one day a buff orphington chicken meandered through her yard! (This just so happened to be her favorite kind). She tried to get rid of it before my brother in law came home that day, but to no avail. The silly hen stuck around so long he was forced to build a coop and add more hens to the roost just to make it worth the effort! I have been begging/nagging/kindly and patiently asking my husband for chickens for several months now. The whole allure of being somewhat self-sufficient on our 115 acres teases me with the promise of farm-fresh eggs, home grown veggies, and maybe someday, a cow for burgers. (We'll start small). But "no" for an answer must be an inherited trait, because I received the same response to my chicken plea as my sis in law did. So I prayed. If God could answer her chicken prayers surely He would answer mine. And last night, He did. When exciting or inappropriate things happen I tend to giggle. It's not my proudest feature. Laughing hysterically when you see your kids trip or someone says the word "penis" kinda comes off as immature. Who knew. But when I received a call from my Grandma, randomly asking if I wanted all her chicken stuff (coop, feeders, food, and hay), all I could do was giggle. Hubby couldn't protest my giggles. Or say no to his dear old granny. :). How good is my Father?! A silly request for silly chickens, but He knows my heart. He knows my desires. He knows the simple goodness of a farm-fresh egg because He created them. How deep the Father's love for us? Boundless.
Ephesians 3:16-19. Read it and soak it up.
I am a stay-at-home mom of two little girls who has decided to write a blog because, well, "everyone's doing it" and what better way to spend my precious time! I also hope to start documenting my many blessings and in the process become my very own therapist. So...Enjoy! And by all means, eat a cupcake while you read it.
It blesses my heart to see God answer your "silly chicken" prayer.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I'll take a dozen!