A close friend, a bachelor sheep rancher who is a member of our church, warned me about falling into the habit of living like a coyote. This was his observation about himself, living in the hills with sheep and few humanising influences.
He was sort of right. Since I've become single after my wife's passing, living on the edge of the prairie, I see a bit of coyote lifestyle creeping in. I sleep on a simple pad with a wool blanket. I make coffee in a simple pot. At least the demands of having prayer meeting at my house keep me on top of sweeping and cleaning.
But yes, I devolved into wanting live like a coyote.
Except, I don't think any coyote gets to eat like I do: beef back ribs slow-baked to 195 degrees, potatoes, and asparagus. My grape vines have leafed out, thornless blackberries, raspberries, plums, pears, apples all are looking eager to produce.
God has been kind to me, despite my inclinations.
He was sort of right. Since I've become single after my wife's passing, living on the edge of the prairie, I see a bit of coyote lifestyle creeping in. I sleep on a simple pad with a wool blanket. I make coffee in a simple pot. At least the demands of having prayer meeting at my house keep me on top of sweeping and cleaning.
But yes, I devolved into wanting live like a coyote.
Except, I don't think any coyote gets to eat like I do: beef back ribs slow-baked to 195 degrees, potatoes, and asparagus. My grape vines have leafed out, thornless blackberries, raspberries, plums, pears, apples all are looking eager to produce.
God has been kind to me, despite my inclinations.
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