Fall was in the air this morning.  I could smell it.  Cool and crisp with the promise of leaves crunching underfoot and fuzzy sweaters and purple mums.  Visions of pumpkin patches and hayrides danced through my head.  I could almost taste pumpkin pie and spiced apple cider and hot chocolate with mini marshmallows.

            I love the fall.  It’s my favorite time of year.  A time when nature is busily bringing to completion the past season and preparing for the season of dormancy that is just ahead.  And just as nature has seasons, so to does life.

            There are seasons of abundant growth and seasons of apparent dormancy.  And they are connected by a season of completion.  Every gardener knows that fall is the best time to prepare a garden for abundance in the next season.  First, you have to remove all the old, dead, non-productive stuff from the last season.  Then the soil is loosened up and amendments that will replenish the soil are applied.  Then you allow it to sit.  And while it continues to be rained on and shined on, nothing appears to be happening.  But beneath the surface, nature is at work.  Things are being composted and nutrients are spreading throughout the soil.  It is being nurtured and nourished and readied to spring forth with new life in the next season.  Selah.

            I am currently in a season of dormancy in my life.  Father is teaching me not to despise this season or try to hurry it along.  He is softening the soil of my soul and nourishing me with His amazing goodness and love for me.  He is raining on me the revelation of His Word and shining on me the glory of Who He is.  And my job right now is to simply soak up as much truth and revelation as I possibly can.  Because, just like a garden, I am being nurtured and nourished and readied to spring forth with new life in the next season.  And I am content.

Treasure Hunt

            I was thinking about my life this morning, and I realized that I’ve been doing a lot of whining about it lately.  It seems so easy, somehow, to turn my eyes away from the many blessings I have in my life, and to focus on what I perceive as a “lack”.  Then, of course, I start to beat myself up about being ungrateful.  So I get in a cycle of whining and guilt and whining and guilt.  It’s not pretty.

            When all the while the truth is, I have a very blessed life.  I have a place to live, food to eat and clothes to wear.  I have a car to drive that was a GIFT.  I have two amazing teenagers who refuse to be put in boxes by society and that actually like to hang out with their mom!  I get to be a stay at home mom and I get to write, which are two of my greatest passions.  I have a family that loves me, and a special circle of friends whose hearts are knit together with mine.  And, most importantly, I have an ever expanding revelation that my God loves me, has nothing but good for me, and wants to be an intimate part of my life.

            “So why”, I asked Father, “Do I get so ungrateful?”  And He sent me on a Treasure Hunt.

            First, He took me to Genesis 3:1-6.  That’s the account of Eve being deceived by the enemy.  In the garden, Eve had everything.  She had an intimate relationship with God and physically walked with Him every day.  She had the lavish beauty and abundance of the garden surrounding her everywhere she looked.  She was perfect, her man was perfect, everything was perfect.  And yet, the enemy wriggled his way into her life and made her believe that even in the midst of paradise, something was lacking.  Wow!

            So, I wondered, is that my answer?  Eve was ungrateful, so that’s just the way I am too?  But Father wasn’t finished yet.  Next, He took me to Genesis 1:31.  “And God saw everything that He had made, and behold, it was very good (suitable, pleasant) and He approved it completely (AMP).  And He asked me, “Would I have approved of Eve completely if she had an ungrateful heart?  Would I even have called her good if she had an ungrateful heart?”  Of course not!  That means Eve didn’t have an ungrateful heart.  She was deceived by the enemy into believing the lie that God was somehow holding out on her.  So, if Eve didn’t have an ungrateful heart that means that I don’t have an ungrateful heart either.  That means that I have also been deceived by the enemy into believing a lie.  In my case, the lie is that God has been holding out on me in the area of provision.

            Now that the lie was out in the open I could look at it in the light of Truth.  One of the names of God is Jehovah-Jirah, the God Who Provides.  It is His very name and nature to provide for His children, just as it is in my nature to provide for mine.  He coded His nature into my DNA so I could better understand His heart.  I know this because Genesis 1:26 tells me that I was created in His image and likeness.

            So, I know that it is His nature to provide for me.  Will God, then, go against His nature and not provide for me? Once again I have to say of course not!  James 1:17 says that in Him there is no variableness or shadow of turning.  He is consistent and constant in Who He is.  Isn’t that awesome?  He has, He is, and He will always provide for me!  Watch out devil!  Your lie has been exposed.  And now I am wielding the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God! (Ephesians 6:17)

            I just love to win, don’t you?

The Runaway Rhode Island Red – Chapter 3: Stuck-up Macy Adams

            (In case you missed them, here are chapters one and two.)

             When lunchtime came and they were all sitting at the table, Ashley looked at Mother and asked, “Mother, why are our chickens special?”

            Mother smiled, “They are special to me because they remind me of the chickens my grandmother had when I was a little girl,” she said.

            “Not because they’re pretty?”

            “No Sweetheart, not because they’re pretty.  They are pretty, and the colored eggs are fun, but that’s not what makes them special.”

            “So, is Spot special too?” asked Ashley.

            “She was special to Miss Hazel,” said Mother, “and because I love Miss Hazel, that makes Spot special to me too.”

            “Even if she’s not pretty?” asked Ashley doubtfully.

            “Even if she’s not pretty,” agreed Mother.  “You know, it’s not a good idea to like something or not like something because of the outside.  Or someone,” added Mother.

            “You mean Macy Adams?” asked Ashley slowly.

            “Yes, Macy Adams,” said Mother.

            “But I don’t like Macy Adams because she wouldn’t talk to me, not because of her outsides,” protested Ashley.

            “Ashley,” said Mother softly, “You don’t know Macy well enough yet to know what she’s like on the inside.”

            “So,” said Ashley doubtfully, “I wasn’t being fair to Macy Adams or to Spot?”

            “I’m sure they will both forgive you,” laughed Mother as she gave Ashley a big hug and left the kitchen.

            But Ashley, still in her chair at the table, wasn’t convinced.


            Later that afternoon, Mother brought Mrs. Adams and Macy into the kitchen where the children were just finishing up a snack.

            “Ashley,” said Mother, “why don’t you take Macy and show her around the farm?”

            Ashley slowly got up and with a heavy sigh, led stuck-up Macy Adams back outside.

            “What do you want to see first?” asked Ashley, reluctantly

            “Could I see your pretty chickens that you told me about?” replied Macy softly.

            “You didn’t act like you cared about the chickens when I told you about them the other day at your house,” said Ashley.

            “Oh I did care, I really did!  They sounded just beautiful!  But there were so many people there, I couldn’t say anything,” she finished sadly.

            “Why does it matter how many people are around?” said Ashley, curiously.

            “It’s hard for me to talk to people.  Especially new people.  Especially lots of new people.  I’m scared that I’ll say something wrong and they won’t like me.  So, I just don’t say anything,” said Macy looking down at the ground.  She wiggled her toes in her sandals and sighed.  “My mother says I need to talk more,” she finished glumly.

            “My mother says I need to talk less,” said Ashley, and giggled.

            Then Macy giggled.  Then Ashley laughed.  Then Macy laughed.  And before she knew quite what had happened, Ashley and no-longer-stuck-up-Macy Adams were friends.

            “Come on,” Ashley said, grabbing Macy’s hand, “let’s go see the chickens!  Then I’ll take you to our tree fort!”

            And off they went, hand in hand.

            About ten minutes later Jeremiah wandered into the kitchen where Mother and Mrs. Adams were visiting over a pot of tea at the kitchen table.

            “I thought you were playing with the girls,” Mother said.

            “I was,” he said with a sigh, “But two bossy princesses is too much!”  And shaking his head, he went into the living room to play with his army men.

            Some time later Ashley and Macy came in to the kitchen, chattering away like magpies.

            “What’s all the excitement about,” asked Mrs. Adams.

            “Mother,” said Ashley, “May I take Macy to the chicken house to look for eggs?  And then can she take the shells home to put in her room like I did in mine?”

            “I think that’s a wonderful idea!” said Mother.

            So Ashley quickly got the egg basket and the girls happily ran off to the chicken house.  When they got back, Ashley taught Macy how to blow the raw eggs out of the shells by pricking holes in the ends and blowing through them.  Ashley even blew out one of Spot’s eggs to add to her collection.  Mother carefully rinsed out the empty eggs shells and left them on the counter to dry.  Then she took the eggs that were left and mixed up the filling for her famous Ham and Mushroom Quiche.


            As the wonderful aroma of the baking quiche filled the house, the children happily set the table for dinner.  When Mother finally took the golden quiche out of the oven, everyone gathered eagerly around the table.  Mother said grace and then served a generous slice to each one along with a fresh, crisp salad fresh from the garden, and a big glass of ice cold milk.

            “This is delicious!” exclaimed Mrs. Adams after the very first bite.

            “Even better than usual,” agreed Jeremiah with his mouth full.

            “Must be because of Spot’s egg,” giggled Macy.

            “Spot?  Who is Spot?” asked Mrs. Adams.

            With much giggling the children told Mrs. Adams about Spot the Spy Chicken.

            “That just goes to show,” said Mrs. Adams, “You should never judge…”

            “…a chicken by its feathers!” finished Jeremiah, and everyone laughed.