Call to Me and I will answer you and tell you great and incomprehensible things you do not know.
You know how there come those times when everyone in the family has raw nerves and short fuses ignite over the smallest thing? That happened to us Friday.
I carefully plan my outings for maximum efficiency so I had been keeping a running list of everything we needed from the Co-op and then planning the trip for the most convenient time.
I specifically asked my husband what kind of feed he bought our chickens the last time and my mistake was asking him after he worked a 14 day on 3 hours of sleep because his answer wasn’t really coherent. What I got out of his response was “intermediate feed…50lb bag… warehouse…”
Our Typical Layered Feed:
- Starter/Grower feed
- Black Oil Sunflower Seeds (BOSS)
- White food grade diotomaceous earth (DE)
- Insoluble chick grit
- Pulverized Oyster shell
I mix in all those ingredients directly to the bag of feed using eyeballed measurements, (till I think it looks about right)
and supplement with fresh herbs, greens, garlic powder and ACV twice a week. Our flock is perfectly healthy, no signs of sickness or any respiratory issues or any other common poultry disorder.
So, I headed out to the co-op with my list, a screaming 6 month old and about an hour before I was due at my next stop. I picked up the additional frames we needed for the bee hive and then asked one of the clerks about the chicken feed.
I looked at what they had, and I didn’t see anything that looked familiar, so I told the guy my chickens were bigger than chicks, but not yet laying. He told me to get “starter/grower” feed and gave me the choice between medicated and non-medicated. I chose the non-medicated because it was non-GMO and organic, and incidentally, cheaper. We prefer to supplement our flock the way we see fit.
Once I got home, my husband helped unload the trunk and when he brought in the chicken feed, his fuse ignited. It apparently wasn’t what he had gotten before, nor was it what he had told me to ask for.
My feelings were hurt because I had been anxious about it in the first place, and I don’t think clearly under pressure or with my daughter crying (I’ve actually considered ear plugs when she fusses).
Upon further inspection, it turns out that what I got was the same ingredient wise as the feed my husband prefers, and it’ll be fine for them.
I say all that to say that communication is incredibly important, but effective communication is key. Making sure you get accurate and clear information with understanding is vital if you want your homestead to run smoothly.
The same is true of our relationship with God. He challenges us to call out to Him! Knowing the scripture is one thing. Turning that head knowledge in to heart knowledge by understanding and practical application is something deeper. My husband was upset that I asked, but didn’t make the effort to listen and understand. My feelings were hurt because I felt my efforts to plan and secure our needs was unappreciated. We could have avoided the whole thing if we had just been present with one another and listened for understanding, and asked for clarification regarding what wasn’t clear. How many times do I treat my relationship with God in the same way? I take the time to ask God what He desires for me, but I rarely take time to listen for His answer and act according to my own interpretation.
I’m thankful He teaches me through my relationship with my husband and I’m thankful that my husband strives to walk closely with God as well.