The Picture of My Life
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Yet, here I am, and so my life goes.
Last week, while my husband, Mike, was busy coaching football, my daughter’s 4H goat became ill. Sydney has two market goats she is working with to show at the Wayne County Fair and they have had a few health issues.
Come to think of it, who would have thought I would actually know what a market goat is? But I digress.
These adorable market goats grew their horns back, and well, they are not permitted to have horns at the fair. So we had to call the vet to come and de-horn them. He did, and since he had to put them under anesthesia, Sydney needed to sit with them until they were awake. She did, but one did not wake up.
So there I was, home alone with my kiddos and one sick goat. The least farming person in the world on a farm, wondering how I got here in the first place, feeling completely out of my comfort zone with no idea what to do.
When I was a little girl, I pictured my life as many little girls do. I pictured the romantic side of growing up, falling in love, getting married, raising a family, and living in a nice home with family and friends around me.
Well, I did grow up and fall in love. I got married and am busy 24/7 raising my family. We are blessed to have a nice home, and yes, I am surrounded by family and friends. But I am also surrounded by cattle and goats, and farmland.
Maybe it’s a good thing that we don’t see our lives ahead of time, that God leads us down a path only He knows and that He guides us only by a light unto our path and not a spotlight into our future. Maybe we are not supposed to know where we are going, but simply trust in where we are right now. And maybe that’s enough.
Though I may have suffered PGTD (Post Goat Traumatic Disorder) the goat was fine in the end, and I learned how to care for a bloated goat. Who would have ever thought?
I have no idea what my tomorrows will look like. After all, though I would have ever thought that a girl like me would end up living on a cattle farm with goats in my barn, I can honestly say that I could not imagine my life any differently.
The picture of my life is still being painted, and the colors blend together in ways that I could never have imagined. I am not saying that my life is perfect, for it is far from perfection. I am not saying that I do not face daily challenges, as many days feel like an uphill climb.
What I am saying is that in the picture that is becoming my life, I am thankful that I do not hold the paintbrush.
Posted by Trish Berg 9:56 AM
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