Day 11 Pigpen

I love this series of photos of Gunsmoke with his new hay roll. He is so happy when hay day comes around. I found him like this in the pasture. He was literally lying down while eating his hay. Silly horse.

When I was a little girl my mom called me Pigpen. It was not a criticism but a term of endearment. It was after the Peanuts character Pigpen who always had a cloud of dust around him. She said she would clean me up and send me outside to place and moments later I would come in covered in dirt. I was the child who sat in mud puddles and brought home every animal I could find. “Pigpen” became my very orderly mother’s affectionate name for me. She loved who I was.

Unfortunately I am not so kind to myself. I often criticize myself for how unorganized I am. My dresser always looks like a tornado hit my room. Chris will often hear me mumbling under my breath to myself about my messy ways and correct me. He does not like it when I am hard on myself. It hurts us both. I am working on these things.

When I saw Gunsmoke in the pasture like this I had to laugh. Is this how God sees me? No thought to order or cleanliness- just all in. Muddy feet, hay in my hair, all in. I do love life that way. I want to fully enjoy all the gifts he has given me without evaluating whether I deserve them or not. It is all grace anyway.

Feeling kinder towards that messy little girl tonight.

 

Luke 12:24 ~”Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much morevaluable you are than birds!”