Good Morn, Dearheart.
There’s no crowing this morn. Our chickens died. Most likely a coyote … late in the evening before we gathered the eggs and closed them up for the night. We have two left that are skittish and scared and won’t lay for a while. Their norm has been shattered.
Out here in the country, we stay so close to life and so close to death. Living this close to nature is a package deal. Even though we don’t like part of the package, we have to accept it. We know we will be dealing with death if we are fortunate to experience to irreplaceable beauty of life.
Most animals, wild or tame or human, set into daily routines, and often we find ourselves looking for their pattern as markers for our day’s routine, too. Especially, here on the farm. Then, one day those living things are gone and the routine changes again.
Time happens and we can’t bring the losses back. But, even when loss is so great that it shatters your world, we learn so much of the kind nature of our God in the process. As we accept, recover, process, and help heal those that deal with loss we learn. And, it is with kindness we allow His nature to soar through us to teach others to handle the nasty twinges, the tightness in your gut, and the tears that threaten in the corner of your eyes.
I just wonder, though, if sometimes, others are not able to come to terms with His kindness in you because they haven’t been able to come to terms with the kindness in their own heart. I believe even the most hardened heart has some deep kindness left … waiting for release. Fear and bitterness have been allowed free reign in the landscape of their being for so long that they accept hurting as daily living. The pain they feel feeds off of itself and gets dished out to others in heaps of ugly … an endless cycle. Their brokenness delivers a continuous feed of heartbreak.
A reckoning must come for them to finally allow themselves to say “yes” to the call of the Holy.
“Yes”, to His kindness.
“Yes”, to His salvation.
“Yes”, to eternity He offers.
How are you receiving and delivering His Holy kindness these days?
“For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 NLT
Wake up.
Notice kindness.
Go.
