Gathering eggs is a job that is fun in the summer time,
but when it's cold outside the walk to the chicken coop is a little longer.
The coldness that you feel when you step out in the briskness of the newly found fall chills you to the bone and you want to turn right around and go back to what is safe and warm.
The reward at the end of your walk is fresh farm raised eggs, but you gotta get there first.
The walk is always the hardest part isn't it?
The reward is great but the walk can be difficult.
Deciding to home-school when your parents and friends think you just might have lost your mind. Having more children when the whole world screams don't do it.
Choosing to give away your stuff so that others might be blessed.
Choosing to love and forgive even though you don't really feel like it.
It's all about the walk.
This morning the girls were up at two and again at three, five and six....
The walk to their room was long but I reminded myself that the reward will far out weigh the inconvenience of not getting a full night of sleep.
I had to choose right then in the darkness what my attitude would be.
I choose to gather these blessings in my arms and sing sweet words of love, and I am glad that this is my job.
Channie has to be pushed in the morning to gather her eggs but when she gets there
and pulls out her treasure she's glad it's her job!
I don't want to be found having a bad attitude on the road the Lord has me walking.
I want to be found joyful and content, boldly walking, giving Thanks always!