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So yesterday was horrible. Nothing seemed right. I couldnt see how anything we had done had made any difference in our life. And I couldnt see how we could struggle and work so hard and yet, end up right where we had started.
You see, we made plans. Not grand plans to travel the world or buy everything we wanted. But plans that simplified our life, plans that helped us be more self-sufficient in this world of uncertainty, plans that let us at least provide some of our own food. We got chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys, and rabbits. We planted a garden. We built a green house.
And, weve worked hard.
Chickens dont feed themselves. Geese dont spread out new hay to sleep in (well, ok, sometimes they do but ). Rabbits cant change their water bottles. Gardens dont pull their own weeds.
And we didnt grumble.
We enjoyed ourselves. We entertained ourselves watching the antics of our growing birds and building the structures theyve needed and experimenting with new garden chow. We like farming. Its what wed really love to be doing full time. We are really looking forward to trying our hand at the green house this winter.
And after two years with no employment, my husband finally found a new job. It isnt a grand job with a corner office and a salary. But any job thats honest is great these days. We never imagined for a second that working as a night manager would turn into the nightmare it has. Through all of the lies, all of the unscheduled schedule changes, all of the not knowing what to expect or what was coming next, we just rolled with the punches, each one hitting a little harder and a little faster. We just rolled with the punches thankful for the job, thankful for the income.
But never did we imagine that my husbands life would be threatened.
We thought we were doing what was right. Weve simplified our life. Weve reduced our bills to almost nothing. Weve worked hard.
And then we were devastated by the reality that my husband may have to quit the only job hes had in two years because of a threat to his life.
So I cried out to God, I cried out to anyone who would listen, I asked for prayer, ...
And, our chicken laid an egg. And for a moment, I forgot we were struggling, I forgot the fear of not knowing who might show up at my door, I forgot all of the hard work because our chicken laid an egg. Our first egg.
I cried and gave thanks. I know, its just an egg and kind of a small egg at that. But it couldnt have come at a better time and it couldnt possibly ever have meant more.
Blessings,
Erin
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