What uncommon things do we want to become common?

Things like:
our children having mutual love and respect for each other.
our teenage children having love, honor, respect and obedience for their parents.
us continually becoming better friends and lovers.
our family totally trusting God in all things and putting our faith in Him to fulfill his promises.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


By: Chelsa

Look at this picture. What do you see? An innocent looking slender brown goat with floppy brown ears wearing a blue collar. Is that what you see? You know what? We saw that too when we first got her. She was a cute little kid goat whom the children loved to play with. But after the newness wore off and after she had gotten herself into trouble one too many times, we began to see her as an evil escape artist who deliberately ate our garden and grape vines, destroyed our flower beds and defoliated our fruit trees.

When we decided a few years ago that we wanted to get a milk goat so we could have fresh raw milk to drink, we didn't know what we were getting into. We would come home and find her out of her fence and inside the garden fence, munching on our green beans. Or she would be in the back yard eating our shrubs and rosebushes. Or she would be up on her hind legs stretching her neck as she ate the last leaves off the little trees we had just planted. Ooooo!!! She was really messing up our landscape attempts! And we started to wonder why in the world we ever decided to get a goat. She just wasn't worth the trouble!

But then one fine day in May (on my birthday! :-) she had twin kids and the milk started flowing. And our bad thoughts of her began to melt away into yummy possibilities. We went from thoughts of wringing her skinny little neck to thoughts of homemade ice cream, yogurt, kefir, fruit smoothies, fresh cold raw milk to drink, and homemade cheese! She still gets into trouble now and again, but my thoughts of her have changed. I want to show mercy because she is our source of creamy goodness. Thank you Lord for Milkshake.

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