My sister who lives on a farm got new baby chicks the other day, so my parents and I made a trip up there today. We remembered how fast the last batch of chicks grew and we really wanted to see them at this age. They were so cute and fuzzy and fun to watch. One of them was fascinated with my sister and kept going over to her and stretching up to peek at her through the openings in the brooder. She must know who to go to for mothering. My sister does it all for them. She taught them individually how to drink from the water container, grinds their food to the appropriate consistency, and even cleans their chicken butts. The chicks were adorable and my sister was too.

I Found God today in new little creatures and my sister’s care for them.