Finding Pasture

Greetings and Holykisses,

Took another shutterbug walk yesterday.
This is the sun going down on Trent's birthday.
Oh how time has flown.

It'd been several days since our catfish had been fed, so I grabbed a small bucket and headed to the pond to feed them their pellets.
As you walk along the side of the shed behind our house you come to this rusty, bottom-less water trough. It's serves as a narrow gate between our yard, and the back pasture. We prop that old trough up in front of the opening to keep baby calves from walking between the fencepost and edge of the building. The full size cows and donkeys are too large to walk through but us "human beans" can get through side ways. If you're a big bean you might need to suck in a big gulp of air and and even wiggle a little. I'm an average bean.

Any time I go through a narrow gate I think of the gate to heaven being narrow and few finding it, while the gate to hell is wide for the multitudes. I started to look that verse up to add to this blogpost but God brought me to a different one.

"I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. He will come in and go out, and find pasture." John 10:9

I know from now on, when I use my right foot to push that big trough over on it's side so I can walk through this narrow opening I'll remember Jesus being my gate way to heaven, just as this old trough is the gateway through this earthly pasture.
After feeding a hungry mess of catfish, these two clowns spotted my bucket. How disappointed they were that it was empty.
They'll almost always forgive not getting a treat if you give them a big old smoochy right on the velvety nose. What? Wouldn't you kiss a cute lil face like that?

Have a day!
holykisses xoxo
Lea
(note to self: check chin for whiskers)