The distressed peeping from the pigpen was not a piglet. As I leaned in closer to look, I saw a speck of movement in the mud. It was a fuzzy yellow pheasant chick. My son jumped in the mud, reached down, and took hold of the struggling baby. He handed it to me. It wasContinue reading “He Came Down”
Tag Archives: Humility Month
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Room to Grow
My son got a pair of hand-me-down shoes that is four sizes too large. I kept them, knowing that they will be useful someday. However, he wants to wear them now. Today. It’s funny how children love having room to grow, while we adults get very comfortable filling every nook and cranny of every spaceContinue reading “Room to Grow”
The Balm of Humility
It happened while we were playing Wolves and Sheep at Bible Club. The “wolves” were tagging the “sheep,” freezing them in place. My oldest son was the “Good Shepherd” who was able to unfreeze the sheep by tagging them, and the wolves did not have the power to freeze him. Bea, a spindly seven yearContinue reading “The Balm of Humility”
Needy
Runty pigs are needy. Besides food and water, they need warmth, protection, and extra medical care. Two of our sows farrowed last week, and out of nineteen piglets, one was a runt. In a Charlotte’s Web scenario, I brought the little pig into the garage. It was unresponsive, with mud plugging its nose and mouth.Continue reading “Needy”
Sarah Dixon Young 