Okay, not real roosters, but ceramic ones. Roosters on plates. A rooster clock.
The thing is … I don’t like roosters. But my grandma does. And when she moved in with us four years ago she brought her feathered friends with her.
I don’t notice the rooster much any more, and when I do they make me smile. Some day Grandma won’t be around and the roosters will go. Then again, maybe I’ll keep them, because they’ll remind me of her.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the little things that I let bug me. Roosters did for a while, but I’m over that. Dirty dishes in the sink did, but now I really don’t notice them. The more I let God work in my heart, it seems, the more I get my mind focused on what’s most important. My house used to be perfect, not it’s not. I used to be uptight and tense when things weren’t in order–now I choose to care for others above things.
Maybe you don’t have any roosters hanging around. But maybe you have something that really bugs you. Should it? That’s what I ask myself. Will this matter in light of eternity?
Speaking of eternity, I’m planning a missions’ trip to the Czech Republic soon. I also know of some awesome opportunities volunteering in a family camp in Slovakia. So, if you’re interested let me know and I’ll pass on the information!
After all, it’s the eternal things that could. And THAT’S something to cockle-doodle-doo about!
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