Scurvy Predators

I snapped this picture yesturday morning. I was getting our coffee (Starbux Gazebo...today's fave.) and I looked out the kitchen window in time to see this scurvy predator beautiful blue heron. The truck is like a tree stand perfect perch for the bird as he surveys his breakfast our trout pond right below.

I know Rod is not happy that the blue heron hs been making our trout pond his own personal McDonald's drive-thru, picking up his Filet 'O' Fish whenever the mood strikes him.

But to use Rod's work truck to get a better view is just adding insult to injury.

Ouch.

This morning, I was cleaning up the kitchen, when I noticed Lila sitting and staring solemnly at the counter. Once in a while , she would heave a sigh in a much put-upon manner. Finally, I looked over to see what she was staring at so intently.

Ahhh. A girl after my own heart. She just wanted a little butter with her breakfast. She is polite. She won't take it without permission.

Which makes me think of a friend, (I won't mention her name, but her initials are "LINDA")

who, as a little girl would eat butter sticks.

Yes, you heard me. Sticks of butter. I actually have dreamed of doing that.

You'd think she would be as big as an Escalade, but honestly, she is more like a Mini-Cooper.

And she can sing like a blue heron bird.

I wonder if all the butter helped?

Loud voices in my head.

Sometimes all I can hear are the voices in my head telling me what I need to fix or do or focus on now.

Right now.

They tell me all the chores that need to get done, then when I am doing those chores I am thinking about the work I need to get finished afterwards. All the while, there is the dominant voice of worry and fret, letting me know that I should be concerned about the state of our health care system, and how much we owe the IRS, the new contractor's rule changes, are the goats eating too much, the business liability insurance forms, not getting enough work, getting too much work, and did I mention the HEALTH CARE SYSTEM??

The voices in my head get louder and louder until I can't hear the quiet voice in my heart anymore.

But I can stop those voices in my head that demand my attention and listen to the voice of my Shepherd.

I choose that. I choose Him.

I need to take a walk with Jesus tonight.

He says, "Come to me, you who are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."

He says, "Peace be with you."

He says, "So don't worry about these things, saying 'what will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?' These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your Heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the kingdom above all else, and live righteously, and He will give you everything you need."

Thank you, Lord. I needed the reminder today.

You know you're a redneck when...

You know you're a redneck when...

You take a nice Sunday afternoon nap.

With your goats.