Chicken poop

 Chicken poop...

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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. 

His blood covered me but I seemed to forget that and throw a fit and entertain His enemy over poop.

Our circumstances...whether that be chicken poop or a death of a loved one...or family issues. None of it should ever get to determine how we are. Whose we are and what He did for us should matter most. But we allow our flesh to be more important and with that we give our circumstances the power to dictate who and how we are.

How silly.

How stupid and ridiculous is that?!