Posted by Suzanne McMinn @ 5:05 am | Permalink
Daily Farmhouse Journal
I keep my cousin’s brooder in my office now. It takes up a great deal of space. I don’t mind. I watch my infant chickens with a sense of awe and gratitude. I will take care of them and protect them-and they will give back to me one hundred-fold.
Just a few days ago, I could rest my head against the top of the incubator and hear their distant-sounding pecks inside their shells.
It’s difficult to imagine how such a miracle occurs inside that shell, or how they ever fit in there.
I asked them what it was like in there, how they came to be, and what God was like.
And they thought about it for awhile.
Then they got all tuckered…..
….and collapsed to nap face-first in the straw….
….without telling me.
