Trust and obey

Our mini-vacation to Colorado was a much needed stress reliever for me and it would have been perfect if not for….the phone call. While we were on vacation, our youngest (a teenager) called and was very upset because the dog had killed three of our baby chickens. He had gone out to attend to his morning chores and found the crime scene. It wasn’t his fault but a series of mishaps had occurred in such an order that allowed for the perfect storm. Margaret, the dog, had killed the baby chickens we’d worked so hard to raise.

Garry and I were on a peaceful, morning hike in the mountains when my cell phone rang. I received the bad news and proceeded to tell our son to bury the chicks, lock up the dog and try to keep everyone else alive until we got home. While it was wrong to feel this way, the incident made Garry and I feel like we could never get away. We were always fixing problems even when we left home! We were destined to always be the “mom and dad.” The incident could have ruined the rest of our vacation but we consciously decided to let it go. There was nothing we could do now and in all reality, it could have happened just as easily on our watch. I didn’t understand why it happened but would file it away with all the other things in life that don’t make sense.

We finished our vacachicks2tion and drove the 9+ hours home. I tried to use the drive home as an opportunity to hear that small, quite voice I’d become to know as God. However, nothing, nada, zip. Maybe He’d gone on vacation too?

We arrived home and it felt so good to sleep in our own bed. The next morning, I awoke with an epiphany. I had never experienced such a feeling before. Immediately upon waking up, I knew I was supposed to write a story about our duck, Quackers, the sole survivor of Margaret’s attack. I knew I was supposed to write a book, from Quackers’ viewpoint, about love and loss. The plan was so clear and I had such a peaceful confidence, I knew I had received my much sought after word from God. I had never written a book, never even had the desire to do so. This idea was so far out in left field, I knew I had to follow through.  Not that I thought I’d actually be a successful author, instead I needed to do it in order to show my obedience to God. Why didn’t He just tell me yesterday in the car? Because He knows me, I would have claimed the idea as my own and failed to realize the significance of the miracle. Miracle? You might think calling it a miracle is a little extreme but what would you call it if you KNEW God sent you a dream?

I told Garry about my miracle and began writing a children’s book from Quackers the Duck’s perspective. I told myself to “trust and obey” because “it is never too late.”
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Author: atkinsonfarm

Garry and Deanna (say it real fast and it's Gary, Indiana) have been married for thirty-four years and have raised three wonderful children. They share a love of family, nature and of God. They try to be good citizens of this tiny planet that we're all on, hopefully leaving it better than they found it. The couple strives to be non-judgmental lovers of all God's creation (people and animals alike). Garry and Deanna have full time jobs but in their off-hours, believe there's no place like home. They believe animals enrich our lives so they've filled theirs with dogs, chickens, ducks and goats. They don't take themselves too seriously and want to share the adventures of a mini-farm with you. Hopefully, it will brighten your day.

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