Well, we decided that it was silly to keep Speckles, the lamb, any longer so he went off in the trailer to the sale barn today. He wasn't cuddly and cute anymore and we couldn't stand the thought of butchering him ourselves so... boohoo my baby is gone. I remember how he would sit on my lap so peaceful when we drove to the nursing home or church (the children's story). The old folks loved him. And yes, I was driving with him on my lap. But he was better than a dog or cat or some children I've met.
So after I said my prayer this morning, I was singing out loud, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, and I truly heard the line, God and sinner reconciled. The writer of that hymn understood the truth of Jesus' birth and why that was peace to us.
We did kill the roosters (all 5) Sunday, I'll write about that another time. It was crazy and the roosters were too old.
Anyway, here's to spring lambs and hopefully no more bottle fed babies. and here's to gratitude to Jesus for reconciling us and giving us that perfect peace.
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