Milking Goats and Life’s Closed Doors – January 16, 2022

During the fire, we tried to coax the animals out of the smoke-filled barn—they wouldn’t budge for air or safety, no matter how much we beckoned. Eventually, to save the barn, we had to shurt the doors until the firetrucks arrived. It struck me: sometimes, you have to close the door and let blessings wait until hearts soften.

After the barn fire, our mama goat was so stressed she rejected her babies, forcing us to become emergency goat-medics. Dan held her, I bent needles giving shots, and the kids learned that hungry goats will do anything for formula. It’s been several days and the mama is finally nursing her kids again.

Lesson: Don’t linger in smoky barns or in bad habits—when prompted to move towards safety, heed the call or risk missing out on the rescue.