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"I usually put the kitchen eggs in a wire basket, however one broke and leaked raw egg every where. Abigail put the eggs in my biggest Pyrex bowl as she cleaned them.
When I walked in the dining room and saw them it just made me happy. I stood there, cup of coffee in one hand cleaning gloves in the other, staring at the pretty bowl holding the pretty eggs.
There is a small chance a few of my children shook their heads and walked away.
#happy #contentedsigh #eggs #pyrex"
The above was a Facebook/Instagram post . A friend commented that she wished she was able to have back yard chickens.
My first reaction was, "ME TOO! However for now we are stuck buying them from local Amish families."
Wait. What? Stuck? No way. We aren't stuck. It is a blessing to be able to buy from local Amish families. They aren't our best friends, no. However, without buying from them we never would have been able to get to know them at all. Weekly visits for the past 8 years has allowed us to see semi-polite, tight lipped greetings transform into friendly, laughing greetings full of jovial chit chat.
We aren't stuck. We are blessed. Do I desire a home with land enough to have our own chickens? The English language doesn't have the right words to express just how much I desire such. However, it isn't what God has for us right now. Thankfully, we do have local Amish sellers as an option.
So, instead I replied, "I wish we could, too! For now we are thankful to be able to buy them from local Amish families."
It often really is only our perspective that keeps us stuck instead of blessed.
Daughter of the King, Wife to one Smokey, Homeschooling Momma to many, entrepreneur, handmade seller here to share life as it happens.