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There was murder in the hen house this week. Monday evening started out like any other evening. The hens had made their way into the coop and found their roosts as usual. After putting our German Shepherd in the big barn and checking on the goats, Dad perused the chicken run. All seemed peaceful and quiet.

Recently we have had a couple of new babies born in our extended family. One of the first questions that goes through my mind whenever I see one of these precious bundles is, "Who does she look like?" In studying the sweet baby face, I usually notice that she has her mother's eyes and father's lips or some other comparison. This is very natural because each baby usually takes on some of the physical characteristics of their parents.

You have not experienced darkness until you have camped in the wilderness for a few days. Far away from the city lights the nights get very dark - especially if it is cloudy and the moon and stars are hidden. Maneuvering your way to a tent tucked back in the forest on one of these black evenings would be quite a feat if there weren't some sort of light to guide your way.

I just love living in a small town. There is something encouraging and comforting to know most of the people that you see on a day-to-day basis. Soon after moving here from a big city setting I learned that there is something I have dubbed "the Ohio wave." When passing by people you know, and even those you don't, it is cordial to lift your fingers from the top of your steering wheel as if to say a friendly "Hello" while passing by. In this way it is possible to greet friends and neighbors while motoring by on the road.  The alternative to the "Ohio Wave" is a light tap on the horn which also has the same effect of acknowledging those you pass.

Growing up I was like most children. I had a very soft silky comforter that I loved dearly. It was my grandmother's and she gave it to me. It kept me warm in the winter but the lustrous fabric was cool in the summertime. I clearly remember the day I realized it was beginning to look raggedy. Not only was it starting to fall apart, but I was starting to grow up. I recognized that I could not hold onto it forever, so I marched with determination to the kitchen garbage pail and dropped it on top.

Our God is a faithful God. He always keeps His promises. The best way to recognize and remember this attribute in your own life is to keep a running record of your experiences. God’s faithfulness becomes even more clear when you look back and see what He has done.