Last weekend I had the privilege, again, of attending a wonderful retreat at Inspiration Hills. From our view inside looking out it looked like it was going to be a weekend of too much snow.
I will have to say it was beautiful with the snow falling down gently and stacking high on the gazebo and the trees that was our view, through the windows. I would have loved to snap a photo of it but we were encouraged to try stay off our phones as much as possible….so no beautiful photo.
Instead; you get a photo of what it looks like by us today! We are finally above zero and the sun is strong enough to start melting things. I am not sure what it will look like by tomorrow night; as they are not sure if our area will be getting another large dose of snow or see our precipitation in the form of rain. I am also not sure which one of those options I really want!
We could tell it was warmer today because two of the girls decided to venture out to the old schoolhouse that is on our acreage. When I went to lock the coop for the night I was missing them and my husband started searching.
I should have also had my phone with me for a photo of him herding chickens…..he is pretty good at it. Once they got on familiar territory, and saw me, they started following me as I kept encouraging them along the path.
It was kind of an ongoing conversation of me, “C’mon girls just keep following along.” With replies that sounded like very content chickens to just be on a known path and following someone they trusted and knew.
It kind of reminded me of my weekend at “the Hill”. As women we got to take the time to dwell in God’s love while He gently encouraged us to follow the trail He was taking us on.
We read verses about not fearing, about God loving us no matter what….and that brings me to my title…”A Weekend of Too”. It occurred to me that God’s grace and love were just too much for me to wrap my human brain around. I am going to have to take it on faith and I am good with that.
I have a feeling we (at least I am) a lot like my chickens. I sometimes end up in deep snowbanks, in unfamiliar places. I hunker down thinking if I don’t move I will be safe. The reality is for me and for my chickens, there are predators out there that would love for us to believe that.
I also know I have a great feeling of relief when I am gently guided back to those safer paths that have been made for me. I can almost hear the gentle voice, “C’mon girl just keep following along….” I hope I sound as content as my girls did in that circumstance!
May the weekend find you following that comforting voice. May you have a “Too” moment (and not just too much snow!). And may all your paths lead you home.
“It’s not the law of religion nor the principles of morality
that define our highways and pathways to God;
only by the Grace of God are we led and drawn, to God.”
― C. JoyBell C.