Give me a word, Lord: JUST FISHING

Luke 5:4-10 When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” Simon answered, “Master, we’ve worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets.” When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break. So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them, and they came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink. When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus’ knees and said, “Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!”  For he and all his companions were astonished at the catch of fish they had taken, and so were James and John, the sons of Zebedee, Simon’s partners. Then Jesus said to Simon, “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will fish for people.”

I love to fish. Beginning in the early spring, we take the boat out to Old River WMA and fish for catfish among the cypress trees and cypress knees. During the summer, we’ve taken many family vacations to various lakes throughout the south. While there, we boat, swim, tube, and we have so much fun, but we never leave without trying the fishing. We’ve even been known to hit a few of the ponds around here from time to time. I’m not an expert fisherman like Paw Paw J. B. or my husband, Jeff. I just go along for the joy of it. It is quite simply amazing to sit out in a boat in the middle of some of God’s finest creations, enjoying nature at it’s best. I enjoy the bird watching, the beauty of the flora and fauna all around me, and I love just being outside in God’s country. We’ve had some great conversations while out fishing. It is quite relaxing, but oh, man, when those fish start biting, that’s when the real fun begins! When I feel that first tug on the line, my heart skips a beat, and I sit up ready to reel in my big catch. Sometimes, I’ve sat out there all day, and I haven’t gotten a single bite, but I keep going back because I know that maybe they’ll bite the next time.

Simon Peter, James, and John were real fishermen. They were serious about the fishing. This is how they made their living. In Luke 5, we see a story about an unsuccessful night of fishing. These old boys had fished all night long, and they hadn’t caught a thing. Imagine how low their heads must have been hanging as they were ready to call it quits and come to shore. Oh, but Jesus! He showed up and told them to go out to the deep water and drop their nets. The men were already familiar with Jesus, and they knew enough about Him, to follow His instructions. They went out to the deep water after coming up empty handed all night and gave it one more shot. They dropped their nets as Jesus had instructed, and when they pulled the nets up there were so many fish that the nets were breaking. They had to call over some friends in another boat to help them, and the catch filled both boats with fish! Whoa! That’s what I call a good day of fishing.

But then, Simon Peter fell to his knees, and he told Jesus to go away from him. He recognized that only God Himself could have performed such a thing, and when Peter looked at Jesus, he saw the perfect Lord and Master. When Peter looked at his perfect Lord, all he could see was his own sins. He didn’t feel worthy to even be in the presence of Jesus. Jesus didn’t turn away, but instead told Peter to not be afraid, “from now on you will fish for people.” I don’t know if Peter really understood what Jesus meant with that statement, but he trusted Him enough to follow, and he did indeed become a great fisher of men.

I love this story because as I said earlier, I love to fish so it is truly relatable, but I also love it because it is a great reminder to us here, more than 2000 years later, that we too can and should be fishers of men. God didn’t send His Son to earth to walk along side His people and then become the ultimate sacrificial lamb just so that I could experience eternal life with the heavenly Father. He did this amazing thing so that ALL people could come to Him. But how are all people going to come to know the Father if someone that truly knows Him doesn’t share the Good News? Isaiah 6:8 is one of my favorite verses: Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” Jesus didn’t just call on Peter, James, and John and all of the other chosen disciples to be fishers of men. He calls upon each and every christian to be fishers of men. We can’t keep the gospel all to ourselves! We have to get out there and share it with this lost and dying world before it’s too late!

I’m not the best fisherman, but over the years I’ve gotten a little better. I’ve learned some skills from my husband. I paid attention. I have learned what works and what doesn’t. When we fish for fish, we always have a great time even if we come home empty handed. It’s okay if we don’t bring supper home because God has already blessed us with freezers and pantries full of food. So even though I take my fishing for fish seriously, it’s just for fun. But fishing for men…well that’s a whole other story! I’ll admit that I’m not the best witness for Christ. I’m still a work in progress, but I pay attention to His word. I’ve learned some things, and I’ve seen what works and what doesn’t work when sharing the gospel. And one thing I’ve learned is that I must share the gospel! If I’m not doing my part to share the gospel, it’s not okay. It isn’t just for fun. It has eternal consequences. I don’t want anyone to spend eternity in hell, so I’m going to keep on fishing…fishing for men. Sometimes, I’ve shared the Good News all day, and I haven’t gotten a single bite, but I keep going back because I know that maybe they’ll bite the next time….and when they bite…my heart skips a beat and I can’t wait to reel them in!

Give me a word, Lord: JUST SMILE

Proverbs 15:30 “A cheerful look brings joy to the heart; good news makes for good health.”

Proverbs 15:13-15 “A glad heart makes a happy face; a broken heart crushes the spirit. 

Psalm 126:2-3 “Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with shouts of joy; then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.” The LORD has done great things for us; we are glad.”

I love that silly movie “Elf”, and my all time favorite line from the movie is, “I just like to smile…smiling’s my favorite!” Have you ever thought about the power of a smile? A smile is a powerful weapon, and smiling is quite contagious. I’m not talking about fake smiles that are forced. I’m talking about those smiles that are derived from the great joy that starts in the heart and ends up spreading all over the face. I’m talking about the kind of smiling that makes your cheeks hurt with delight. When is the last time you wore a genuine smile on your face?

I can remember stopping by our small town grocery store a few years ago. I was walking behind this older fellow. He stopped abruptly, turned, and almost ran me over. Instead of responding grumpily, I smiled at him and said, “Hello, Sir! How are you today?” He snorted and said, “I’m old and I’m GROUCHY!” Instead of responding in kind, I looked at him, put a big old grin on my face, and as sweetly as possible said, “Well, maybe you could try smiling! It wouldn’t hurt anything. Might even make you feel better.” Before I rounded the corner of the next aisle, he was next to me with his buggy telling me a joke. I think he even cracked a smile. Smiling is definitely contagious!

When I look back on that simple little memory, I think about it with joy. What if I hadn’t been faithful in my christian walk that day? What if I had responded just as grumpily as that old fellow? What would it have accomplished? Not a thing! But because I am filled with the Spirit of the true living God, even on my worst days, my heart is full of joy. I could keep that joy all to myself, but that wouldn’t do any good. Just that one kind word with a smile on my face changed the whole demeanor of what could have been a very mean old man. I don’t know why he was feeling so old and grouchy that particular day, but I do know that simple kindness changed his whole attitude and outlook.

Y’all, that’s the way God works! He fills our hearts with joy, and we can’t help but let that joy leak out and spread all over the place. I think God designed us with the ability to smile so that others could see Him in us. Smiling isn’t just the upturning of our lips. Smiling is what our face does when our heart is glad. In the world, we haven’t had a lot to smile about lately. But if we have a glad heart, we can’t help but have a cheerful face. We can seek fame and fortune, always chasing the next big thing, trying to get more stuff and better things, but all that stuff won’t give us glad hearts. The pleasure of that stuff will last a little while, but in the end, it will just leave our hearts and our pocketbooks empty.

I know the answer for a glad heart and a cheerful face. His name is Jesus. If you invite Him into your heart, EVERYTHING changes! You start to see everything through the light of Christ. Those bad days don’t seem so bad anymore, and those good days are oh so much better. Through Christ, our hearts are slowly transformed and pump with gladness and joy. Your heart controls your face. If your heart is grumpy or sad or gloomy, your face will appear grumpy or gloomy, but if your heart is happy, you can’t help but have a cheerful face. The face is the mirror to your heart, and your heart should be a reflection of the love of Christ.

Put a smile on your face today! Turn that frown upside down! Feel the joy of Jesus, and let other see Who fills your heart with joy! If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times, “I’m drinking from my saucer because my cup is overflowing,” and “I just like to smile…smiling’s my favorite!” I’m going to keep on smiling. How about you?

Give me a word, Lord: EXPECTING ANSWERS

James 1:5-7 If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.  But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.  That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord.

John 15:7 If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.

John 16:24 Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.

When you pray, do you pray expecting an answer from God? I hope that you do because if you’re not expecting a response, what is the point of praying? When I have a conversation with my husband, I expect him to hear what I am saying, and I expect that he will respond. I may not always get the response that I wanted, but I get a response. Our conversations with God should be similar to this. It should be a two-sided conversation, but we too often make it one-sided. We go to Christ in prayer with a laundry list of items that we call out to Him in prayer. We may be asking for healing, health, help managing finances, praying for a lost loved one’s heart to be softened so that that person can come to Christ, and so many more things. We spill our hearts, give Him the list, and then we patiently wait for an answer, right? Most of the time, if we are honest, the answer is no. We get busy trying to answer our prayers on our own accord. We try to solve our own problems. We may even say that we don’t hear from God.

I’m here to tell you that I know that God answers prayers. I’ve seen Him answer more prayers than I can count. He may not answer in a loud, audible voice, but He answers. In my experience, it is usually that still small voice that I hear. It may be a strong feeling or a gut instinct that guides us. Sometimes, it’s the voice of another. Christ may put someone in our path to answer our prayers. Christ works in mysterious ways, and He is always working behind the scenes. He knows our needs. He loves us, and He is always listening.

So why then, do we sometimes feel that He isn’t answering us? As I said earlier, prayer should be a two sided conversation. When we don’t hear from God, it’s likely that we aren’t listening. When we go to the Father in prayer and we want an answer, then we have to be ready to hear His response. We need to remove distractions. Turn the television and the radio off. Turn down the noise. Go to a quiet place and talk to Him. People that are hard of hearing have great difficulty hearing what others are saying when they are talking in a noisy room with lots of background noise. If we’re not hearing God, maybe there is too much background noise. It may not be a noise issue, however. It may be a problem of busyness. We may give God our laundry list, and then get so involved with the busyness of the day, that we can’t hear God because we are too busy to hear Him. Perhaps we aren’t hearing from God because what we are praying for isn’t withing the will of God. “Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.” John 16:24. But maybe, just maybe, we aren’t hearing from God because we’re not expecting an answer. If we aren’t expecting an answer from God, we probably won’t get an answer. We have to have faith and confidence that He hears our prayers and know that He will answer. We may not always get the answer we want, when we want it, or how we want it, but rest assured. We will get the answer we need just when we need it and always right on time.

I don’t know what your situation is, but I can tell you that God has definitely answered many prayers in my life. I’ve not always been a prayer warrior. I’ve had a pretty weak prayer life at times. When I was younger, I had a memorized prayer that I prayed each night. It was a laundry list in which I asked God to watch over my family. I would name them off one by one. I would ask for forgiveness of sins, and I would thank Him for His blessings. My prayer didn’t vary much from night to night. As I grew older and closer in my walk with God, my prayer life changed. It was a gradual change, but I went from reciting an almost identical prayer nightly to a continual conversation with God that goes on 24 hours a day. I’m not kidding, y’all. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I start talking to God, praising Him, thanking Him, and telling Him that I love Him. On my drive to work, I sing praise songs very loud and proud (with my windows rolled up to protect the general public LOL), and I talk to God. While I’m working and seeing patients, running here and there, sometimes feeling like I can’t keep up, I stop and pray. On my drive home, I pray and thank God for getting me through another day. I pray before I go to sleep. If I wake up during the night, I pray. I’m telling you that I have learned that prayer is not just for meals and bedtime. Prayer for me is a way of life.

I’ve felt the peace of Christ during a harrowing, hectic day at work. I felt a nudge from the Holy Spirit encouraging me to think about something or pointing me in the direction that He wants to go. I’ve seen my marriage strengthened in a way I never dreamed possible. I’ve seen lost loved ones come to Christ after what seemed like years of praying. I’ve witnessed miracles first hand. I’ve felt the love of Christ. I’ve experienced His mercy and grace a million times over. So does He answer prayers? Yes! All day long, every day He is listening. He is answering. He is there.

Go to the Savior today. Pray. Expect and answer. Listen. Watch. Learn. Our heavenly Father yearns for closeness with his kids. Why don’t you call Him up today?

Give me a word, Lord: FACING GIANTS

I Samuel 17:45-47 David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. 46 This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. 47 All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”

I John 4:4 You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.

Can’t you just see it in your mind’s eye? Here is a 9 foot 9 inch tall man wearing 125 lbs of armor standing at least 2-3 feet taller than the Israelites. A young, shepherd boy decides that he is going to take on this giant who is taunting the Lord’s army. He tries on the king’s armor, but it is much too heavy and too big for him to wear. He then goes out onto the battle field armed only with a few stones and a slingshot. But if we read the scripture closely, we realize that the stones and the slingshot were not his only armor. He was armed with the mighty strength of God. David told Goliath, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty.” He knew from where to draw his strength, and he had faith and confidence in God. Was he afraid? I imagine that he was. David was probably 5 foot something, facing a mighty giant of a warrior who was almost twice his height and size. Yet, David went out and defeated this giant.

We don’t have a Goliath on a battlefield challenging and taunting us daily, but we do have our giants! Oh, the giants we face! Some are facing the giants of unemployment, unpaid bills, marital issues, problems with children, addiction to drugs or alcohol, depression, and the list goes on and on and on. Our giants taunt us in our beds at night as we try to sleep, at our place of work, in our cars, and in our homes. It seems that the giant follows us wherever we go. We try to avoid the giant. We try to run from it. We may even try to stand up to our giants, only to find that we back down again. No matter what you call your giant, let’s face it, his name is not Goliath. His name is FEAR! Yep, I said it. The giant we are all facing is fear. We are fearful of the what ifs, and we forget who our mighty Savior is and what He can do if we just allow Him to take control of any and every situation.

Fear will stop you in your tracks. Fear will consume you. Fear will cause you to lose sleep at night. But God! Oh, but God! God will push you further than you ever dreamed possible. God will totally consume you if you allow Him to, and fill you with a total, all consuming peace. There is nothing like the peace of knowing that God is in control. And with that peace, God gives you rest. When we truly turn our giants over the God, we can have peaceful sleep and awaken knowing that God’s got this…whatever “this” may be. We can rest knowing that God will defeat the giant, and we will no longer feel defeated.

I know facing our giants is not an easy task. It’s human nature to avoid the problem. Sometimes we think that if we ignore a problem long enough, it will just go away. Well, those Israelites ignored old Goliath, and he didn’t budge. He continued to taunt them day after day until little David decided that enough was enough. But remember that David didn’t go up against Goliath in and of himself. He went against Goliath knowing that God would fight and win the battle for him. He had confidence that the One that was in him was greater than the one that was in the world. (I John 4:4) He totally trusted that God would win the battle for him. What about you? Do you believe that God can win your battles? I do! I’ve seen Him in action too many times. I’ve felt an absolute, complete, overwhelming sense of peace so many times when peace should not have been found. I’ve faced a few giants in my time, but I know now without a shadow of a doubt, that I am not facing the giants alone. I have a heavenly Father, my Savior, my King, who is holding my hand and leading me through the battlefields with His strength and grace and mercy, and I know that the battles have already been won.

We don’t have to face our giants alone. Give it to God, and trust Him. We can go confidently to the throne of God’s grace, and we will receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need! (Hebrews 4:16) Will you give your giants to the Savior today?

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Give me a word, Lord: FAINTING GOATS & THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB

I Peter 1:19-22 It was the precious blood of Christ, the sinless, spotless Lamb of God. God chose him as your ransom long before the world began, but now in these last days he has been revealed for your sake. Through Christ you have come to trust in God. And you have placed your faith and hope in God because he raised Christ from the dead and gave him great glory. You were cleansed from your sins when you obeyed the truth, so now you must show sincere love to each other as brothers and sisters. Love each other deeply with all your heart.

I am an animal lover through and through, and we have had a lot of adorable critters over the years, but baby goats are probably some of the cutest critters at Hodge Critter Lodge. As a matter of fact, a baby fainting goat, that I named Syncope, was the first goat to steal my heart. We had raised beef cattle, and continue to do so, branched out to some fine feathered friends like chickens, ducks, guineas, and geese, and had started building a new barn when I found a beautiful baby fainting goat online, and I just had to have her. She was a bottle baby, and though I struggled to teach her how to take a bottle the first week, she completely stole my heart in the end. She grew into the sweetest goat and loved all of our attention.

We’ve tried raising a variety of goats on our little farm, but we always end up with a small herd of fainters. We keep them for a variety of reasons. I guess the first and foremost reason is because they are so much fun. Fainting goats do not literally faint. Their muscles freeze up and contract when they are startled and they fall over. It doesn’t hurt them. Its just part of the genetic makeup of the breed. We also raise them because they are very hardy. They are tough little boogers. A reason other people have raised this particular breed is for herd protection. They place a fainting goat in with a large herd of sheep. If a predator comes in to attack the sheep, the sheep run away and the fainting goat faints and falls over thus becoming the sacrifice for the herd. Our animals are kept in a nice big barn with a secure fence around them, so we don’t use our fainting goats for this purpose thankfully.

When I think of the idea of the fainting goat being sacrificed for the herd, I can’t help but think of our Lord and Savior who was the ultimate sacrifice for you and I. When I read the Old Testament. I am always amazed at the numbers of goats and sheep that were sacrificed as sin offerings to God. They had to choose perfect animals for sacrifice, lambs or goats without blemish or stain. Through these sacrifices, they were made right with God again. The sacrifices redeemed them.

In Genesis 22, Abraham and Isaac gave a preemptive view of God’s plan. God told Abraham to go up to the mountain and sacrifice his son Isaac. Abraham followed God’s instructions. He didn’t question. He didn’t refuse. He gathered his son, and wood, and went up to the mountain as instructed. Isaac asked his dad about the lamb. Abraham told his son that God would provide the lamb, and He did. Abraham was given a ram to sacrifice instead of his son, Isaac. Abraham didn’t know how things were going to work out, but He trusted God completely.

God later sent the ultimate sacrifice, His Son, Jesus Christ. He came to earth, fully God and fully man, walked without sin. He was perfect in every way, unblemished and without the stain of sin. He died on that old rugged cross as a propitiation for our sins. Yes, he was the ultimate sacrificial lamb. He was the atonement for all of the sin in this world, past, present, & future. As prophesied and planned by God, Jesus arose three days later. The holy Lamb of God was the final sacrifice. We no longer need to gather our sheep and goats and build alters and offer them in sacrifice. Jesus has already made a way for our atonement. We only have to admit that He is our Lord and Savior and ask Him into our hearts, believe that He died for us, and confess with our mouths and commit to follow him.

I’m so thankful I didn’t have to sacrifice my sweet Syncope, but it pains me to think about the agony and suffering our Lord endured to redeem me. I am ever so grateful that He loves me that much. I know I’ll be spending eternity with the perfect Lamb of God. How about you?

Give me a word, Lord: SHOWERS OF BLESSINGS

Ezekiel 34:26 I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.

Zechariah 10:1 Ask the LORD for rain in the springtime; it is the LORD who sends the thunderstorms. He gives showers of rain to all people, and plants of the field to everyone.

Daniel Whittle penned a song titled “Showers of Blessings” many years ago. It’s an old familiar song that we sang in church yesterday morning. The words rang in my ears, and I felt the showers of blessings coming down from above. “Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead.”

This made me think about all of the showers of blessings and the mercy drops that the Lord has bestowed on me and my family over the years. We can think about the showers figuratively or literally. Here on the farm, those literal showers can be true blessings. We pray for rain for the crops and rain for the grass for the cattle. There is nothing like a sweet summer shower to cool things off in the midst of a hot Mississippi day. Those glorious showers produce delicious crops in the summer such as sweet corn, tomatoes, peas, beans, squash, cucumbers, and oh so much more. Those showers are refreshing and much needed, but they don’t even compare to the figurative showers that God bestows upon us.

A couple of nights ago, our nightly Bible reading was in 2 Chronicles 14-16. King Asa was the new king, and there was peace in the land of Judah for ten years. Asa did what was good in the sight of the Lord, and he sought the Lord diligently. Because he sought the Lord, his kingdom enjoyed a period of peace. He was able to build fortified towns throughout Judah. God gave him a rest from his enemies. When he did go to battle, he asked God for help and placed his trust in God alone, and he as victorious. Whenever the king or his people sought the Lord, they found him and He was with them. However, in the 36th year of Asa’s reign, King Baasha of Israel invaded Judah. Instead of seeking the Lord as he had previously, Asa removed silver and gold from the treasuries of the Temple of the Lord and the royal palace, and sent these to Kind Ben-hadad of Aram asking that they make a treaty. He asked Ben-hadad to break his treaty with King Baasha. King Asa didn’t rely on God, but rather on man, and because of this, God removed His blessing from King Asa. It was even noted that King Asa developed a serious foot disease, and he still didn’t seek the Lord’s help. He trusted in physicians only, and did not call on God. He died in the 41st year of his reign.

As I read these chapters, I couldn’t help but wonder what in the world was Asa thinking? He had been so close in his walk with God. He was leaning on the Lord, and was receiving showers of blessings. But then, after God had taken such great care of him through the years, he suddenly decided to rely on himself, man, and his own plans. God always wants to bless his kids, but let’s face it sometimes God can’t bless His kids because they are living outside of His will. If we are honest, we would all have to admit that there have been times when we have tried to do things on our own. There have been times when we have been walking outside of God’s will for us. In Ezekiel 34:26, God has promised a time when He would regather His people and pour out His blessings upon them. The Lord promised to provide them with bumper crops in their fields, complete safety from all harm, and abundant rain,.He promised showers of blessings. God wants His people to regather in His name for His purpose. He wants us to follow His Word and live for Him and not for ourselves.

This world is a mess! As a country, we have tried doing things our own way, and we have slowly walked away from God. It is time for all of God’s children to regather and turn back to Him. It is time to seek His will and His ways, and for us to lean fully on Him. I can honestly say that God has showered us with so many more blessings that we deserve. Those mercy drops have been humongous at times, and I’m forever grateful. I just can’t get over all of the grace and mercy that Jesus has poured down on me. I pray that we can regather in His name, and we can enjoy a long, luxurious shower of blessing from our heavenly Father!

ESCAPE ARTISTS

This is an excerpt from my most recent book, “Inspirations from the Funny Farm”. It’s one of my favorite stories in the book.. Why must we always try to escape God’s presence and do things on our own?

“Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.” Psalm 139:7-10

“But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord, at an acceptable time, O God, in the greatness of Your lovingkindness. Answer me with Your saving truth. Deliver me from the mire and do not let me sink. May I be delivered from my foes and from the deep waters.” Psalm 69:13-14

Coatimunidi are in the family of raccoons and kinkajous. They are highly intelligent. These are the South American version of our native raccoon. Their body size is smaller than raccoons, and they have a long snout like nose which is used to dig for insects. They have the distinctive ringed tail similar to that of a raccoon. We have owned both mountain coatis and white nosed coatis. I think that the mountain coatis are our favorites. They are very playful, and they thrive on human attention and interaction. They require constant stimulation. We took a trip up to Tennessee to get our most recent pair of coatis. We used the excuse that we were taking a summer vacation to the lake so that people wouldn’t think we were some kind of crazy critter people. After all, who drives 10-12 hours to buy critters? We do! We loaded up an RV and drove up to Fontana Lake. After enjoying a few days in North Carolina on the lake, we took our rented Ford Explorer and drove to Tennessee to pick up our new babies. We always drive Toyotas or Subarus and have never driven a Ford so we didn’t really know anything about the vehicle except that it was a very nice ride.

We picked up our baby coatis who were 6 and 8 weeks of age at the time. They were tiny and about the size of kittens. Jeff was driving back to the campsite and asked if I could take the wheel for a while. We pulled over and changed position. After a few minutes, he was playing with the coati babies. Then, all of a sudden, one of the babies dove into the floor of the car and raced up behind the dash area of the car. Like I said, we didn’t know anything about Fords. We pulled over on side of the mountain, scratched our heads, put our ears against the dash, trying to figure out where the little escapee may be and how we were going to retrieve him. We had just bought him less than an hour ago, and I thought he was a goner. I was fighting to hold back the tears. I didn’t know what to do. We couldn’t find him anywhere. I was afraid if we drove, he would get into an area where the exhaust would kill him. We didn’t have a clue what to do. Jeff assumed the wheel and we continued our ride towards the lake intently listening for any movement in or around the dash. Thoughts were flying through my head. What if we couldn’t get him out? Would we turn the rented Ford in with a coati in the dash? Would we tell them that there was a coati in the dash, or should we just let them figure it out on their own? Oh, what were we to do? I was just about to have a conniption fit!

I remembered that we had passed a Ford dealership near Bryson City, and I looked up their phone number. I called the service department and this conversation occurred:

Me: “Sir, we are in a rented Ford Explorer. Before I go any further let me assure you that this is not a practical joke and we are not pranking you. I promise.”

Service Man: “Okay, ma’am, what can we do for you.”

Me: “As I said, we are in rented Ford Explorer, and we do not know anything about this vehicle. We are staying at Fontana Lake, and we are on our way back from Bybee, TN with two baby coatimundi.”

Service Man: “With baby whats?”

Me: “Baby coatimundi. They are the South American version of a raccoon. They are babies. Well, anyways, one of the babies jumped out of my husband’s lap and ran up behind the dash area. We can’t find him and don’t know how to get him out. I am so afraid he will die in there. I know it’s almost closing time, but if we drive straight there, can you help us get him out?”

Service Man: (Long pause.) “Does he bite? How big is this thing?”

Me: “He’s tiny. He’s a baby. About the size of a kitten. He may bite. I don’t know. We haven’t had him but an hour or two, but he hasn’t bitten us. If he does, it’ll be like a kitten bite. Can you help us, please? I promise this is not a joke. We need your help. (Desperation in my voice.)”

Service Man: “Um, yea. Come on down and we’ll see what we can do.”

We quickly drove to the dealership. It seemed like it took forever to get there, although it was less than a thirty minute drive. We pulled up at the service department, and I think every service man there came out to greet us to see what these rednecks from Mississippi were talking about. It took them two seconds to pop the dash piece off. Our little coati was right there. Jeff pulled him out, and he was perfectly fine. Again, praise the Lord! I thanked the service guys profusely, and I think they were excited to have a crazy little story to share with their friends and family. We did not allow the coatis to be held while driving or riding in the vehicle from that point on. We eventually safely arrived home in Mississippi, and we named them Pip Squeak and Pitter Patter. They have a huge enclosure attached to our porch that my husband built. We pull chairs in there and play with them as much as possible. They are awesome little critters, and they continue to bring us great joy!

With the quantity of critters that we have had through the years, and the quality of critters, we have had quite a few escape events. I’ve even chased pigs in high heels while getting ready to head to church on a Sunday morning. Every time, I panic briefly while trying to catch the little escapee, but then we always get a great big old belly laugh after the fact. I’m thankful that God protects these little creatures just as he protects each of us.

I look back on my own life, and I see all the many times that I “escaped” from God for periods of times. There were times when I just wanted to see what life had to offer, times that I got too busy for God, and then there were other times that I thought I had everything under control…under my own power. He provided every need for those Israelites as they wandered for forty years. He provided manna from heaven. He turned a rock into water. They saw the provision of God first hand, up close and personal, and yet they continued to turn their backs on God and try to escape His presence. I have never been able to understand this. I want to scream, “You knuckleheads! Can’t you see what God has done for you!”  As I’ve aged, I realized that God rescued me more times than I can even begin to count.  I’ve been a knucklehead quite a few times myself. I am eternally thankful that He has patience when I goof up like those old Israelites, and He gently puts me back on His path. God loves me even more than I love all of these silly little critters, and He has gone before me to keep me safe from harm as I walk through this thing we call life.

Thanks for stopping by!

Welcome to my blog!

My name is K.K. Hodge. I wear a lot of hats. I’m a family nurse practitioner, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, Sunday School teacher, church treasurer, and crazy critter farmer. But of all the hats I wear, my favorite one is my crown. Oh yes, a crown! I am a daughter of the King. My crown sits toppled to one side most of the time as I am also the Queen of Klutz, but it sits on my head nonetheless.

My husband, Jeff, and I live in south Mississippi on 80 beautiful, park like acres where we raise beef cattle and own, or rather are owned by, a menagerie of critters. We’ve had your typical farm animals such as cows, goats, sheep, pigs, donkeys, chickens, and ducks, and we’ve also had a variety of exotics including coatimundi, kinkajous, lemurs, prairie dogs, Patagonian cavies, alpacas, foxes, skunks, opossums, and deer just to name a few. It’s safe to say that we love all of God’s creatures.

A few years ago, I published my first children’s book, “Stinking Thinking”, followed by my second one, “A Raccoon Tale”. This year, I published my first devotional/inspirational, “Inspirations from the Funny Farm”. I love sharing our funny farm adventures, and I love sharing Christ with others. At the onset of the COVID pandemic, I began writing daily devotionals to encourage myself and others, and I’ve had a great time doing so. I decided to start a blog. I pray my simple ramblings will bring some encouragement to you and perhaps you will receive a blessing.

Give me a word, Lord: STAMINA

I Corinthians 9:24-25 Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable.

Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might, for there is no work or thought or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, to which you are going.

Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.

I’ve shared this story before, but I can’t help but share it again because it brings me great joy. When nearing the end of our mission trip to Peru, we traveled by boat down the Amazon River to Casa Mi Padre, a boys home. We camped outdoors on mats under mosquito tents. It was a pretty amazing experience, but being in the great outdoors on the Amazon River was just a little piece of cake. The sweet, delicious icing on the cake came the next morning.
We were up early setting up for the day, when a little 80 year old lady who was about as big as a minute came paddling upstream to our site. Seriously, y’all, she was 4 foot nothing and 80 years old. She had paddled upstream for an hour to get to our camp because she knew that we had something she needed. She walked up the hill with her paddle in hand. We weren’t quite set up for patient care, but she peaked our interest, and we stopped to get to know her. She told us that she had 12 children, 8 of which were still living. One daughter brought her food each week but had failed to come the previous week. She was hungry. We had some scrambled eggs and bread and cold water, and she scarfed it down. We went through our back packs and loaded her up with as many snacks as we could find so that she could take something back home with her.
I then examined her in my makeshift clinic under an outdoor gazebo. I gave her necessary medications, and she proceeded on to our dental clinic and eye clinic with paddle in hand. She was guarding that paddle the entire time.
A few hours had passed, and I noticed a man carrying her paddle away. I didn’t speak the native language, and couldn’t make the man understand. I recruited a translator, and had the translator explain to the man that the paddle belonged to the little lady. The joke was on us. Turned out that the little old lady had high jacked a boat, paddled upstream an hour because she heard that our team would be there. We had something she wanted, and she did what she had to do to get it. We all had a good laugh, and arranged for a family member that was present to take her back home, but not before she had a full belly, medications, new glasses, and new teeth. She praised God for each of us, and wished many blessings over our team.
Now, I am not condoning nor recommending “borrowing” a boat or taking something that doesn’t belong to you to get what you need. But I am recommending that we all strive for that kind of stamina when we are seeking Christ and doing His work. We should paddle upstream if necessary to reach others for Christ. We need to travel to remote places, go to the hard places, meet people that are outside our daily circle, talk to people that we may not even like, and do whatever it takes to share the Good News. God will open the doors. God will make a way. You only have to be a willing vessel and have the stamina to do it. If a 4 foot tall 80 year old woman can paddle upstream up the Amazon River, can’t we go down the street, in the comfort of our air conditioned vehicle, and tell others about Christ? Yes, we can! God will give us all the stamina we need!!