"chickens"
Our church had a garage sale this summer. I bought these chickens. These aren't just any chickens, they belonged to my friend Marge. Marge died this summer. I was sad to see her go, even though I know she is in heaven. Marge was a pretty happy gal , at 83 years young or so. I really enjoyed visiting with her. One day last spring I took her to Chik-fil-a, it was her first time there and she really enjoyed it. Little did I know that that would be our last outing. And at the time I didn't know she collected chickens, it all seems fitting now. I am not that sentimental about "things" but these are special, like my great auntie's handmade Christmas pin and the quilts my mom has made for us, my kids artwork, notes my husband has written me and now the chickens. When I am older (maybe I should say today), I hope to be just a little bit like Marge was, loving God, loving my church and family, happy to accept the next thing.
"one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."Philippians 3:13-14