Chicken poop
Chicken poop... . Today I have been thinking about anger. How quick are we to give the peace and joy, God has offered us, away to things. I loved having our chickens. Listening to them and watching them in their free ranging mode was so relaxing and put a smile on my face. BUT when I walked out on our porch barefooted and stepped on a pile of poop or had to clean the poop off of the kid's toys or the grill..whew. I was boiling. I am sure I cussed the rebellious creatures' existence several times. I would rave and rant for a while. I'd either call Noe or bombard him with the anger when he got home and demand we do something about their ability to invade our space. CHICKEN POOP, Y'ALL!! I GAVE AWAY A WHOLE DAY OF PEACE OVER POOP. YOU WOULD'VE THOUGHT THEY POOPED DIRECTLY IN THE LENSE OF THE "FLASHLIGHT" I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHINING FOR OUR LORD. HE LIVED PERFECT AND DIED TO ALLOW ME TO LIVE A LIFE AS HE DID, AND I WASTED A WHOLE DAY FOR LITERAL POOP