Daisy...Oh Daisy

Ever feel like your every move is being watched?!? I feel like that every time I enter my barn. All the animals are planning their attack...I'm sure of it. Lol! (Chickens tend to freak me out the most. I would call myself scared cautious...mainly because my legs are longer than theirs. And I can flail and kick with the best of them.)

Did you ever walk into your barn...only to realize that your 500 lb pig is loose and waiting for you to leave the door open? Wait, what?! Is that a 'No' I heard? Huh...surprising! ;) Well that was my afternoon yesterday. First it was the discovery of a loose pig. (Don't let them fool you...they are strong. She has more strength in her snout to neck area...than I have confidence in my ability to deal with her.)



She's a sloppy eater! Pig! Bahaha!

Next was the issue of how to get her lured back into her pen...all by my lonesome. I decided I'd try to coax her with some yummy food. *!!Note to readers with a 500 lb loose pig...they are not impressed with carrots or celery. If they were...they might not be 500lbs.!!* ;) I did find some garlic bread that I had put in the fridge a few days (or 5) ago that clearly none of us liked...and boy was I relieved that that was all it took!

Last, was the whole "if she got loose once...she will do it again" problem. I figured my work was done...*shines nails on shirt here*. It was my husband's problem...right?

I then proudly proceeded to text my husband while he was at swim practice with my son...to tell him of my afternoon adventure. I thought he too would be pleased with my effort. (I very quickly regretted that decision.) His response back...was for ME to secure the door of the pen with a slab of plywood. He made it sound so simple.

That was so NOT the case! I can assure you it was anything BUT simple. The plywood chunks were either too large or too small. (I try to stay away from running electric saws and so forth. It is in everyone best interest if I do.) The 2x4's I decided to use already had nails in them...and proved to be another challenge. The only other nails I could find were 12 inches long. Okay...they were probably 2 1/2 to 3 inches...but it seemed like 12 while my arms were getting tired of hammering. I would get them to a certain point and they would bend. Again. And Again. And again.

At which point I reached my level  of frustration...that I became very intense, purposeful and surprisingly strong. Sucess! It was not at all pretty or "quality craftmanship"...but I had reached my goal. Pig secured.

I can make anything into a blog post right? Yep! That's my style.                                This => is NOT my style. Haha!

Have you ever gone through a rough patch in life? (If you say no I will beat you with... just scream I will not believe you!) You will get to the point of extreme frustration and you will have a choice. Choose to blow up and give up. (Been there. Done that. The pleasure of quitting soon fades...and harsh reality sets in.) OR you can choose to become intense to find God in your storm. You can be purposeful in each step and decision you make...always confiding in God as your Counsel. And guess what will happen...






STRENGTH that you didn't know you could muster up. Not by your might...but HIS! It is amazing. It will give you reason to sing when you feel the things around you crumble. It will give you a new fire for the Word of God. The passions that God has put in you will be awakened and alive again.

That is how my weeks have been. Full of song. Full of God. And gaining strength each day. I have chosen NOT to blow up and give up. How about you? Can I pray for you in your storm? If you can't see God in it...become intense. Look for Him in every situation. Every conversation. Every blessing. And then praise HIM! He deserves to be praised...and longs to hear your praise...and He loves you whether you do it or not. It is for YOUR benefit...and those around you. You might spark hope in someone else.


I want to be a sparkler for Jesus. Yes, I just said that. Corny...absolutely! But I am done holding back for the fear of being judged. I'm not writing for you (you know what I mean)...I'm writing for Him. If you are blessed...praise God that He cares enough about YOU to let you experience joy amidst pain. Start sparkling beloved. You are an heir to the Throne of Grace. Be proud of who your Daddy is!! =)