Jail break chicken. It was this or a photo of a headless mouse. |
It wasn’t the phone call I expected to have.
“Darling, I can’t talk to you this morning. The men with the tranquilizer guns are here. There is a baby bear loose in the garden and
the plumber just arrived. The tap
outside broke. I’ll call later when they’ve
gotten the baby bear out of the garage. Unless they find its mother, then it
might take longer.”
One of the tricks of belonging to my family tree is
discerning metaphor from reality. After
a quick set of mental calisthenics, I asked, “You are going to stay inside
right? The plumber can come back if it
is too busy.” “Of course!” my mother
chirped, “Oh they’ve scared the deer.
Where is the cat?” I excused myself
from the conversation before it turned into a monologue and group texted my
sisters for moral support. Within 30 seconds one called to ensure our mother
was safe and to commiserate with the lack of normalcy a phone call home
sometimes provides.
The “lack of normal “ thing must be a genetic trait
because I have just spent the better part of half an hour looking for the head
of a mouse. It's the missing piece of a love offering left for me this morning as I house sit my girlfriends’ cats, dog, chickens and
ducks.
Yep, I’m a farmer again trying to get along with
animal-kind.
What does it mean when a cat brings you a headless
present? Does it mean they love you? Was
it a feline death threat? An invitation to a secret society? I’m not certain.
I am certain taking care of chickens hasn’t gotten easier. When I went to collect the eggs last night,
the little black and white striped fellow made a break for it. The only reason it didn’t get away was
because I was fast enough to grab it by the tail feathers and mean enough to
hold on to them until the squawking
stopped and we caught up with one another.
I apologized to jailbird chicken and rubbed its rear end in case
almost pulling out tail feathers hurt, but then stopped because rubbing a
chickens’ rump seemed awkward.
Recently, I prayed that I would get a few days away to
catch up on paperwork. When farmer friend asked if I would be interested in
chicken sitting, I agreed envisioning a wee family holiday. However my hubby, sensing an opportunity, packed
me off to the farm to write while he and children stayed at home. All that explains why I am sitting on a couch
at my favorite farm with a golden retriever as my sidekick. It also explains
why I was looking for the head of a mouse after breakfast and accosted a
chicken after lunch.
I’m having “me”
time.
Blessedly, farmer friend keeps a stash of homemade
truffles in her freezer. This is the one place earth where I could eat 3 pounds
of Christmas chocolate in July and it wouldn’t be thought of as strange, which
is a comfort because these days “normal” isn’t happening. Normal is evading my grasp because things in
my life keep changing. No matter what I
do, kids grow up, things break and seasons end, meaning I should be used to
transitions by now. But I’m not. Despite knowing transitions are hard, I waste
my time getting upset because I’m frustrated or impatient through the process.
One of the books by my bedside table is an old blue
hymnal. It contains the songs of
generations and lately I’ve spent time thumbing through its tissue thin
pages. As I do, an appreciation of the English
language has been growing in my heart.
Nothing takes my mind off myself quite like the songs in those dusty
pages. A song written in 1922 caught my
eye, the themes relevant almost 100 years later. Here are the lyrics to the hymn “Now Again
the World is Shaken,” by Henry Smart.
Now again the world is shaken,
Tempests break on sea and shore;
Earth with ruin overtaken,
Trembles while the storm winds roar.
He abideth who confideth,
God is God forevermore.
Tempests break on sea and shore;
Earth with ruin overtaken,
Trembles while the storm winds roar.
He abideth who confideth,
God is God forevermore.
Thrones are falling, heathen raging,
Peoples dreaming as of yore
Vain imaginations, waging
Man with man, unmeaning war.
He abideth who confideth,
Christ is King forevermore.
Peoples dreaming as of yore
Vain imaginations, waging
Man with man, unmeaning war.
He abideth who confideth,
Christ is King forevermore.
Human wisdom in confusion,
Casts away the forms it wore;
Ancient error, new illusion,
Lose the phantom fruit they bore.
He abideth who confideth,
Truth is truth forevermore.
Casts away the forms it wore;
Ancient error, new illusion,
Lose the phantom fruit they bore.
He abideth who confideth,
Truth is truth forevermore.
Right eternal, Love immortal,
Built the house where we adore;
Mercy is its golden portal,
Virtue its unshaken floor.
He abideth who confideth,
God is God forevermore.
Built the house where we adore;
Mercy is its golden portal,
Virtue its unshaken floor.
He abideth who confideth,
God is God forevermore.
As we make our way into the summer, I pray that you
experience some rest and recreation.
Summer holidays don’t last long enough for my liking, but not many nice
things do and I guess that is the only “normal” part of our time on earth. The
good news is that through Jesus, we are marching toward an unshakable kingdom (Hebrews
12:28) that is run by one who never changes.
Though things around us are shifting quickly we can rest assured that
our trials are momentary and that he will work them to our benefit.
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting
away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary
affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,
as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.
For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are
eternal. 2 Cor 4:16-18
Praying for you this week,
xoxKaren
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