Late for Church

I used to tell Dave, “I’m trying” and he’d reply, “You certainly are trying!” One of our little verbal games…that I miss. Generally, when we’d go to church, we’d invariably be late. Not by much, just a minute or two, but late nonetheless. Today was no exception. I was flying down the road…on time for once…when I saw the above critter trying to cross the road. I slammed on the brakes, hit the emergency flashers and jumped out of the car, camera in hand.

He’s pitiful and my guess is he fell off his mother while going from hither to thither. I took a couple of photos, motioned traffic to go around and then s/he wandered back into the side of the road brush.

I wish him well.

Then, cow break out! This has been going on for a couple of weeks now. The fences are horrible where these cattle are located and they wander, seemingly at will, back and forth between pasture and road. Everyone is upset but that doesn’t seem to count for anything; the cows are still wandering around loose.

So that’s why I’m usually late for church; it’s just so dang interesting between here and there. So much to see, so much of God’s beauty to enjoy, so much of NOW to enjoy.

I visited a new to me church today; the Pastor was enthusiastic, knew his Bible and preached the Word! Then, he stood at the door and greeted people as they left the service. DO WHAT?!!! I’m excited; it’s been a while since any of those things happened and yeah, I’m going back.

The humming bird photo is blurry but can you see all the hummers? Today, I counted ten…10! flying around the feeder. They are having a fine ole time, almost as much fun as I’m having simply watching them.

Have you read this Elisabeth Elliott quote? “The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian makes me a different kind of woman.”

What kind of woman are you?

Originally posted on Thistle Cove Farm.