We lost one chick a few mornings ago. It was one that arrived with a large gash on her head, so we were prepared for her departure. Down to ten. I should probably take more photos, but due to their being under a red heat lamp, the pictures I took tend to make them look a little freakish.
These two posts from this week have me thinking.
Raising Self-Governed Children
Are Christians Addicted to Mediocrity: A Self-Governed Self-Image
In order for me to call out excellence in my children, I need to call it forth in myself too. I need to do the best that I can in every area of life---not just settle for what culture deems as appropriate.
I'm not certain what that means in everyday life. I know it is taking root in my heart as a conviction over some wasted moments when I give myself permission to "escape." I know this ideal is also taking the form of conviction over the words I use and the image I portray.
That's all for now. I have a Bonnie Prince that wants out of his crib.