Post by thewisefarmer on Dec 21, 2017 11:54:28 GMT
FEEDING TIME
Life flows in a preset cycle. Minutes turn to hours to days to years to decades and on into eternity.
All of nature has been placed within this movement of time and breath. The sun and moon and stars rotate as a guide to the moments passing.
Seasons flow to another season and the plant life and critters without a nagging voice of a mother dress for the weather of each new season.
Horses stand in the field like a weathervane, showing which way the wind blows. Goats dash into their barn at the first drop of rain. Cats move from one napping place to another as if they are a sun dial, showing the movement of the sun's warmth through the day.
Migration, hibernation and birthing all follow the internal clock of God.
As much as the clock on my wall ticks out the need for the next chore to be done, the critters need not look at the clock to know the time. For all of us, the favorite time on the farm is feeding time.
Like clock work, the critters are already at the feeding troughs. Those lower in the pack dance with eager impatience for their turn to get fed, while those of top ranking take the first feed delivered.
Soon there comes a calm over the critters as they all settle in for the meal and the sound of chewing echoes in my ears. It is a sweet wonderful sound indeed. I stand for a moment to watch them all feed...then on to another chore.
Some will say it is just my imagination. Some will say it is coincidence. Some will say the critters are just responding to my own attitude. Some will say it is the sweet Christmas carols that I sing as I go to feed.....But all of life seems to know Christmas morning encompasses a miraculous hope.
Christmas morning births a blessedness that the critters and plant life seem to know. The trees look strong in God. The flowers and plants bow with gentle reverence.
The critters hold within them a calm and sweet peacefulness. I lay out the feed and as if a blessing was being pronounced they wait in solace. Then they lift their voices in a joy of the blessed event that we celebrate. The nickers from the horses sing out the blessing. The goats cry out with their "ma and baa" as if calling the Great Shepherd to thank Him. The llamas hum like angel voices. A rooster crows a repeated announcing of the special morning. The dogs and cats join in the melody of life. "Christmas is here!"
Finally the sound of delighted munching ensues. I stop to enjoy the sweet sound.
Then, I look to heaven and whisper, "Merry Christmas"
Life flows in a preset cycle. Minutes turn to hours to days to years to decades and on into eternity.
All of nature has been placed within this movement of time and breath. The sun and moon and stars rotate as a guide to the moments passing.
Seasons flow to another season and the plant life and critters without a nagging voice of a mother dress for the weather of each new season.
Horses stand in the field like a weathervane, showing which way the wind blows. Goats dash into their barn at the first drop of rain. Cats move from one napping place to another as if they are a sun dial, showing the movement of the sun's warmth through the day.
Migration, hibernation and birthing all follow the internal clock of God.
As much as the clock on my wall ticks out the need for the next chore to be done, the critters need not look at the clock to know the time. For all of us, the favorite time on the farm is feeding time.
Like clock work, the critters are already at the feeding troughs. Those lower in the pack dance with eager impatience for their turn to get fed, while those of top ranking take the first feed delivered.
Soon there comes a calm over the critters as they all settle in for the meal and the sound of chewing echoes in my ears. It is a sweet wonderful sound indeed. I stand for a moment to watch them all feed...then on to another chore.
Some will say it is just my imagination. Some will say it is coincidence. Some will say the critters are just responding to my own attitude. Some will say it is the sweet Christmas carols that I sing as I go to feed.....But all of life seems to know Christmas morning encompasses a miraculous hope.
Christmas morning births a blessedness that the critters and plant life seem to know. The trees look strong in God. The flowers and plants bow with gentle reverence.
The critters hold within them a calm and sweet peacefulness. I lay out the feed and as if a blessing was being pronounced they wait in solace. Then they lift their voices in a joy of the blessed event that we celebrate. The nickers from the horses sing out the blessing. The goats cry out with their "ma and baa" as if calling the Great Shepherd to thank Him. The llamas hum like angel voices. A rooster crows a repeated announcing of the special morning. The dogs and cats join in the melody of life. "Christmas is here!"
Finally the sound of delighted munching ensues. I stop to enjoy the sweet sound.
Then, I look to heaven and whisper, "Merry Christmas"