Anyone with a chronic illness celebrates the smallest victories along with the big strides...There have been days when I have not been able to get out of bed and then there are days when I have a seemingly endless energy. Mostly, there are days which I am just overjoyed to function normally and at an even pace, thanking God for His tender mercies. Saturday, was such a day. After Chris and I prepped the yard for new flowerbeds and walkways in the midst of what was predicted as showers but turned out to be a torrential downpour...the sun came out and Mom and I spent the day with a sifter in hand, working in unison to sift the soil within a 3x6 area a bit at a time. Tedious work, but manageable. Calling it a day, we were picking up and heading inside when we noticed the big chickens torturing the little chickens,which had somehow busted through the separating wall once again in their coop. An hour later, covered with hay and dirt and you can imagine what else...I had crawled inside the coop through the back hatch(a small 2x3foot opening) to patch the system which entailed actually lying down amongst the muck. Armed with a drill, screws and scrap wood and my sense of humor, we had it all tied together and secured once again.I teased Chris later that it was a crying shame to roll in the hay and the only action seen was by the drill and boards! I had also climbed in and out over the front more than once to corral and relocate said poultry!
Even as I sat there stinking, I felt a certain victory when I looked back over the past hour and my whole day in fact to see just what this little body had allowed me to accomplish! It was indeed a perfect testament to God's promise that I can do all things through His strength!
(Philippians 4:13) To God be all glory, honor and praise! See ya'll later with juicy tidbits from our anniversary trip!