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I live on a farm; few things bring me greater joy than freshly born animals. The miracle of creation front and center. I can spend hours watching the birth of a lamb, the doting attention of its mother, its first steps, and wobbly attempts to explore this new world. Or newly minted piglets playing with their siblings. It is beautiful, and I feel so at peace and connected to God in these moments.
Farm animals unlike human infants grow so rapidly and before you know it, they are escaping fence lines, climbing the haystack, and eating the garden. That precious miracle feels tarnished and they get nicknames like “naughty” and “bacon”. At this stage, they feel more burdensome, and instead of hours spent watching their lives unfold, I am hastily shooting them away.
Thank goodness the love of God is not as fickle as mine with farm babies.
Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23 NKJV
Forgive me God for those times when my patience runs thin. Thank you for Your steadfast love throughout my life and remaining faithful even when I challenged Your will. I praise Your name and I welcome Your mercy and grace each morning. Glory to God! Less of me, more of you Lord. I want to be more like Jesus. -Amen