Hearing Heart Blog

Meet the birds! Now you know I'm off my rocker, if you'd ever doubted it. I can think of nothing profound to say to explain why there are chickens on my blog. I just like them. Ten little pullets are growing, scratching, screeching, and messing in a warm box behind my office chair. They always seem to have something to say - kinda like Woodstock in the Peanuts cartoon. The one on the below right is probably a Silver-Laced Wyandotte. I'm pretty sure the golden one is a Buff Orpington.

FOR TODAY February 23, 2009... Outside My Window...the trees are sloughing rain off their drowning branches. I am thinking...why drive 20 miles to get in a swimming pool when there's all this water around me? I am thankful for...my old "car that gets me thar." It has 236,000 miles on it and rarely needs shop time-- and we haven't had a car payment for 10 years! From the kitchen...a chunk of salmon is thawing. I am wearing...smears of chocolate on my front teeth. I am creating...a slowly growing but satisfying savings account. I am going...to get a drink of water - I guess the sound of the rain is making me thirsty! I am reading...the book of Ephesians. I am hoping...I can demonstrate to my husband how thankful I am for him! I am hearing...the rain. And more rain. Around the house...I have vacuuming to do and a huge cardboard box to set up for the new arrivals. One of my favorite things...The chickens are coming! The chickens are coming! A Few Plans For The Rest Of The

Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue. Proverbs 17:28 NIV This was the scripture that I used as my excuse for not speaking. Can you imagine, a teenager with nothing to say? The problem was, I had too much to say! I just couldn't decide which of my thoughts to speak. I was overwhelmed with word and subject choices. And as I was worrying over the decision, the fast-talkers would yabber away and leave me "deciding" in their dust! When I DID say something, I'd often go to that place of FEAR! What if I said the wrong thing? What if I was misunderstood? What if I appeared foolish? What if...? My grandfather had teased my grandmother forty years ago about her "what if" worries. Now here I was, carrying on in her place! My silent times became more frequent, until I noticed that I was only getting quieter. The longer "I held my peace," the harder it became to speak. The less I practiced communicating, the mor

I guess I took January off from blogging. When I returned, it just looked tired and old--past its prime. Are there too many chickens here? Do I need an overhaul? Amy, help me! Maybe I have metamorphosed into something other than a "hearing heart". I dunno. Hey, that's what I get for trying to write when it's bedtime. Anyway, it's true that I have been considering building a new place to keep my notes. Change is in the wind. I found this picture in a National Geographic magazine (November 08) while sitting in a dentist's office in Mexico. If you are a bow hunter like my husband, you recognize right away what's going on here. I guess you've got to put your arrows somewhere!