Bittersweet Farm

Bittersweet Farm

Ken

I Should Be More Like Hazzy

Filed Under: Virtues and Values

They say a dog is a man’s best friend. Maybe I could learn from old Hazzy. He is never critical. He never complains.

He is always eager to see me. He loves spending time with me. He never monopolizes the conversation. He’s pretty easy to please with basic things like a walk, food, water, a place to perform his necessities. He’s a good listener. He never makes me eat alone. He never makes me walk alone.

When I’m quiet he is quiet, unless he thinks something dangerous is afoot. When I’m happy and excited he dances and jumps around and worms his whole little body with delight.

He is was born in mountains of eastern Kentucky. He’s from Breathitt County. I’ve had good experiences with mountain people from the mountains of eastern Kentucky.

Lois is out of town so I was tending to her flower garden. I looked up and there was Mr. Haz digging away with me, just helping out. Normally he doesn’t dig in the dirt, but he’s always eager to help out.

I imagine someday when he is gone I will realize his quiet presence in my life and his gentle dependence on me was good for my soul. He’s been in our family for over 10 years. If he ever runs off to explore he always finds his way home.

There are ways it would do me good to be more like him.

Bittersweet Farm
July 27, 2019

“Where We Goin’ Where?”

Filed Under: Village Parson

I love it when God arranges meetings. It happened to me today. I went into a restaurant for lunch. There at a table for six were five people, one of whom is from Bethel. “Hey, why didn’t you invite me to this party?” I say.

“Pull up a chair,” they say.

I eagerly join them. We fall immediately into spirited conversation. They are people who know the Lord and love him. We have that in common.

After just a few minutes it was clear to all of us that God had arranged our meeting. We laughed and we cried. I encouraged them. They encouraged me. There was joy. There was fellowship. God arranges cool things.

I’ll go wherever he sends me. I trust him with my life.

I had my day all planned out. Nothing went as I planned. God had other plans and they were good.

When our youngest was small and she saw us getting ready to go somewhere she would chirp, “Where we goin’ where?”

I just want to live the rest of my life that way.

I look in my Father’s eyes. I can tell he’s getting ready to go somewhere and do something… I just want to say, “Where we going where, today Lord? Wherever you are I want to be there.”

Well, I need to turn in. I need some rest. God has plans for me tomorrow. I’m not sure what they are but I know they are good.

Bittersweet Farm
July 22, 2019

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