I went out Wednesday morning to a tragic sight. . .
A fox (we believe) had gotten into our chicken coop.
Not one survivor.
I am still beside myself.
All my girls strewn across the ground.
I felt this really start to pull my down, as it revealed the weight of the fear of other possible losses.
And so, I trust in the Lord and how he is using the loss of our little feathered friends to grow us in His glory. Still, I am sad.
We still have so much to be thankful for and I know that Aslan is on the move.
Further up and further in.
In baby news:
We are doing great. Food in our bellies, clothes on our backs.
And, for the most part, smiles on our faces. And joy in our hearts.
Thank you for praying. Please keep 'em coming!