I let the chickens out to wander the yard before we left on our Adventure Thursday morning and they continued their roaming after our return. On one of my trips back outside to retrieve belongings from my van, that silly rooster decided to follow me onto the back porch and threaten my existence. (He really is an idiot...) He was between me and the picnic table when he jumped off the ground, puffed up his feathers, and made a fool of himself. I plucked a small log from the woodpile outside the back door and turned to face him. He took one look at the chunk of wood in my hand and hopped into the air again. This time in an effort to get off of the porch and away from me as quickly as possible. Ha ha! I'm not sure why he runs from the guys and thinks I'm an easy target. He obviously doesn't know who owns the soup pot.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.