It is 6:00 am and the chickens are loose. Princess daughter, Sensitive son, and I quickly put on clothes and head out to gather chickens, clean tractors, feed, and settle them for the day. It is earlier than usual to deal with chickens and I was trying to have my morning devotions. Chasing chickens was on the agenda for later. The further the chickens scatter the more frustrated I become.
Frustration turns to anger the more times I chase the chickens around instead of into a tractor. Anger rises until I lash out at chickens and children alike. I totally fail with the interruption. Verses rise from last weeks seven-day stay…
“They cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered (saved) them from their distress.” Psalm 107:6, 13, 19, 28.
This is what I need, why Jesus came, to deliver (save) me when I fail and call out to him in the middle of my trouble. The trouble that arises from my own sinful heart. I cry out to the Lord in repentance seeking forgiveness. I humbly ask children for forgiveness as well. They all freely extend grace to this easily frustrated mom.
Children walk up to the pasture to pet horses. The cows across the street bellow so loudly their voices echo. Finally the chickens peep, content in their tractors. Chartreuse grass grows tall, trees fully clad in differing shades of green stretch towards a sky filled with puffy clouds floating lazily overhead. A few chick-a-dees and wrens scratch at the leftover chicken feed close to where I write. It is a glorious morning, I am forgiven, delivered (saved).