Gotta confess, I’m dragging my tail feathers around today, so to speak. I’m moving slow. I’m grumpy. I’m sleep deprived and coffee hasn’t helped.
Not only have I formed the nasty habit of waking up @ 4am for the past 3 weeks, but this morning at o’ five hundred, my chickens decided to announce LOUDLY that they’d all gathered together up in the coop for an early coffee and egg-laying ceremony! Now, I know why a group of chatty women are referred to as “the hen house”!
So, I struggled into my slippers wrapping my robe around me and sputtering a couple less-than-pretty words into the morning as I scrambled down the stairs and out the back door.
I could just imagine the complaints already; the loud rapping on my front door of disgruntled neighbors, those who sleep at night with the windows open, complaining about being rattled from a sound sleep so early on a summer morning.
I trudged through the wet grass in my oh-so-alluring sleeping attire, and after banging on the side of the coop and telling the ladies to keep it down, I stumbled back in the house… and had to smile.
The chickens…and their clucking.
It’s just what they do – it comes naturally to them!
When it comes to being quiet about Jesus, I want to be a little like
that chicken up there making some noise and rocking people
out of their comfy place – only less obnoxious (smiles).
I want my faith and my passion to serve Him to go before me and speak louder than my inhibitions. I want it to be a natural reaction – I want HIM to be a natural reaction, the first response to everything in my life.
All the good days. All the challenging ones, too. I give them to Him, and will boldly profess His name!
“Let the redeemed of the LORD say so, Whom He has redeemed from the hand of the adversary” (Psalm 107:2) NASB