Spurred On

Last night, I couldn't sleep.  I woke up around 2am and tossed and turned until giving up around 4 am.  After some time with Jesus, working out, getting ready for the day, and fixing breakfast, I was finally sleepy.

I went outside to feed the horse and chickens. I was really looking forward to finishing my chores so I could go back to bed.

We have one hen and one rooster.  Our rooster is mean.  He's not just mean, he's evil.  And for some reason, he REALLY hates me.  I always go out prepared.

Today's weapon of choice was the porch broom.  I noticed Mr. Evil* was on top of the four foot box where the food bowl is housed.  I thought I was safe.  I used the broom to instead keep the hen inside the coop.

As soon as the food had been poured, I heard this flapping sound and felt sharp pains on my head.

Mr. Evil had descended upon me in vengeance!  My screams and the flapping of his wings as he attempted to kill me mingled into one horrific alarm clock for the neighbors.

I finally shoved him to the ground and then used my "weapon" to reprimand him- and keep him away as I made a swift escape.  Too bad my "weapon" wasn't capable of inflicting real damage!

I now have an ice pack balancing on my head.

Hebrews 10:24 "And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds..."

Needless to say, I have been spurred on.

*Mr. Evil's name has been changed to reveal his true identity.