Where Life Begins

I’ve been struggling lately with having the desire to want to do anything...I guess you could say I’m battling a spirit of lethargy. Lethargy: a lack of energy and enthusiasm. No desire to sit at the table with God, to garden, to raise chickens, to parent, or to wife (if that’s a thing  🙃 ). Heck...I haven’t blogged in God knows when—and blogging and sharing is something I once loved to do with all the above! I have to force myself to adult. The alarm goes off, I wake the kids, feed them breakfast, and take them to school. The entire time I’m thinking—I just want to get back home and climb back in bed. Some days I do...some days I don’t. Today I got back in bed and took care of our bills. A friend texted and invited me to the park...I wanted to say no but I’m thankful I said yes! I would have missed a blessing. I went on to force myself to exercise, to study Ezra 3, to clean out the chicken coop, to walk the dog, wash the dishes, and even be still to write this blog post. I share ...

30 chicks...that’s how many I came home with the first time I purchased chicks. I had just moved to the country and had no clue what I was doing. I had just plowed up my first garden for spring when I heard God say get some chicks too! I went with the intention of getting 5 but no more than 10.  My dad was with me and when I told him how many I was getting, he laughed. He told me I needed to get at least 30 because 1/2 would most likely not make it the first year due to coyotes and such. So I found myself with 30 chicks, no brooder, and no coop. My dad got a cardboard box from the garage, put it in my living room, lined it with newspaper, and said there you go...and from then on it was just me, God, and that flock of chicks. I had no clue what I was doing! God taught me so much through that first flock...I will be sharing some of those lessons in future post as well as the lessons I’m sure God plans on teaching me with my new flock. Goodness...now almost 5 years later, here I am st...