To love or to eat

Some days patients runs a little lower than others.

It's been dreary cold and wet today.  I had a lot of stuff to do today.  My flock had other plans today.

Libby seems to think of she wants something and she can aquire it, it should be fine.

She intentionally goes to parts of pasture she knows is of limits,  then encourages all the others to follow. Of course she does not care if she eats our garden,  ends up in a different acrage or lost. I however do care.

I must stop everything I am doing to jump into my boots and run (or clomp) to the field to chase them back under the barbed wire. Which of course they do not cooperate in doing and I end up carrying the littlest one.

Today after my extreme annoyance subsided,  and I stopped threatning to eat them, I loved them.  If I don't go out of my way to love them, I will want to eat them.

They are a big pain because they don't get how their seemingly innocent desires cause more than a little trouble.

Sounds like me with God. I don't always see the bigger picture from God's perspective all the while doing what I want. I don't always get why I am not supposed to do something when it makes me happy and I can do it so easily.

Its a good thing Jesus always choose to love me and never threatened to eat me.  ;-)

The great escape

Spity is very sweet and lovey to people. He acts ands cries like a baby...

Of course to his flock mates he is obnoxious though.

He gets along with his master but not those he is with.

Sounds like most people I know.  We love Jesus,  but treat our brothers with contempt.  Jesus wants us to be one with or brothers the same as we are one with him.

So this big baby of mine also has bad habits.  He is an escape artist. Despite my efforts to guess where and how he escapes,  and try to fix the escape route he still finds his way out.

I never worry though because he doesn't go far.  He stays near his shelter crying till I let him back in.

When will he learn his lesson?  When will be learn that it isn't fun for me to stop what I am doing to let him in?

I wonder if Jesus feels that way about me when I put myself in a bad situation and cry about it till he comes to my rescue?

Character and Company

Libby the sweet Liberator has spent a little too much time around her horn wielding counter parts.

Cessna the docile doe has likewise caught onto some ill traits of her own. (Knocking the baby down when he is in her way of food)

For no obvious reason two days ago, my tubby lamb did a full on, back up, head down, charge into Piper Cub's side the other afternoon. I am not surprised by this. They have learned it from Piper and Spitfire. When you want something another has, bash them with your head and take it.

Zeru also realized the other day when he caught his friend in a lie, that if he continued to witness a favorable outcome to bad behavior, he would stop questioning if it is right or wrong, and just do it for the result.

 "I will have to tell him, if he does not stop lying I will have to stop playing with him. I will still be his friend, but I can't play with him"

I wish I could segregate the naughties from the sweeties, but I cannot.

It just brings up all those scriptures about bad company corrupts good character. About not associating with those who behave a certain way (but only those who claim to be followers, or else we would have to remove ourselves from the world!) And about teaching these little ones to sin.