miracles of new life




This morning’s routine was interrupted by lambs and chicks. If you don’t follow Wing and A Prayer Farm on Instagram, please do. I impatiently wait for Tammy’s new video stories each morning, especially now during lambing season.   Next came hawks taking turns sitting on their eggs on the Cornell Bird Cams.  Then finally right here, the sparrows were checking out the birdhouse in the maple tree.

It’s Spring and with Spring comes new life and with new life comes hope.  It’s easy to get cynical, to become downhearted with all that is going wrong with the world, but there is one place you can look to see things going right as planned.  The animal kingdom.

The birds and the sheep, they are not distracted by worldly things; they only know what is in their nature to do and that is bring about and raise their young,  It is their only focus and they do it so naturally.  Rarely, do you see the ewe stressing over her lambs.  She’s not trying to do it all.  She’s simply present and doing what she was created to do.

I will forever be in awe of the miracle of birth.  Even if you didn’t have faith, I don’t know how you can see birth and not believe in the mystery of the Creator.  From the most microscopic of beginnings, new life is created and there is no other hand that is needed.  Without any conscious effort cells divide and a new life is created.  A heartbeat starts to flutter and growth begins.  All the mother must do is keep safe the life within her, all else will go according to plan, even birth is something we cannot easily change or stop.  The body knows when the time has come.

I know there are times when things go wrong.  It is not a perfect world we live in, but so many times it goes right.  Too many times and in such ways that I know it cannot be random.  Our hearts beat, our eyes see, our ears hear, our soul longs for the connection of the one who created us.

Spring brings hope in new life.  It reminds us there is a plan and an order to this world.  It speaks to us of how the original plan would work if we humans weren’t always stepping in and messing it up.

It reminds us that even in the midst of everything else, miracles happen every day.

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what happens when you quit


We all know that old saying that when you shut one door another one opens.  But sometimes shutting that door can be really, really hard. Two weeks ago I quit my job of nine years and I was terrified.  You see, I did not have a new job.  I was putting my faith to the test that everything would work out.  Now we aren’t destitute; I have a good bit of money tucked aside.  But more than anything I was terrified of what my family would think.  Surprisingly, but not at all once I thought about it, they were supportive.  They knew what the change in my job over the last nine months had done to me.  And here now, after forcing the break, I am seeing those other doors at the end of the hall open just a crack to let some light shine through.

Here is what I lost when I quit my job besides my paycheck.  The pains in my chest everyday that I thought were panic attacks/heart attacks and the actual panic attacks as well.  The negativity of a customer service environment.  The evening drain of energy.  Eating cheap fast food for emotional comfort and convenience.  Trying to reconcile my morals with the changed ethics of my employer.

Here is what I gained.  Sleeping soundly at night.  Waking up at 5:30 am and not wanting to hit the snooze button.  More time to write.  The opportunity to go back to school and learn how to care for animals.  More time with my homeschooling daughter.  More time to care for my grandmother.  The ability to watch the deer in the back lot and the birds in the hemlock tree in the morning.  Wearing comfortable clothes.  Saving money.  Losing weight.  Cooking real dinners for my family.  The house being clean.

I had a week of mourning.  Realizing I would no longer see the members of our credit union that I had grown to love and who felt like family.  Faced with a new routine, or lack thereof, I felt really lost that first week when I thought I would feel welcome relief.  That stunning realization of what I had done, the second guessing myself in the darkness at night.

Now though I am enjoying this freedom and the gains it has brought.  I am at peace with my decision, welcoming this time of reflection and freedom to explore what comes next.  Most importantly  besides what I have have gained and what I have lost there is what I have learned.

Sometimes it is okay to quit if what you are doing no longer serves  you.  Sometimes quitting is winning.  And sometimes even in the midst of fear, faith wins.