Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day!
As in, another day several weeks from now!! It will surely take that long for everything around here to dry out. Especially the chicken yard! Danny put a solid roof over the chicken yard in his recent renovations to make the space more predator-proof. Still, with the lay of the land, the wind, and the tiny holes in the used tin, the ground is saturated. Our flock of chicks, still not completely feathered out, is so confused. We raised their small pen up onto bricks so their bedding stays dry but all around them...water, water, water. Maybe they will begin to think they are ducks?
Which is sort of like people...we know in our hearts what kind of a person we are but sometimes circumstances bring doubt to our minds. I thought I was a chicken but maybe I'm a duck. When these days roll round, as they surely will, take some time for listening to God, for no one knows us better than our creator. Pray. Read. Apologize as needed. Hug as often as possible. Rest in the knowledge that, just as you thought, you are not a duck. You are a chicken, a glorious and beautiful chicken.