Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here
Despite losing a few ducks to a racoon, things are going well enough here at Willow Manor, home of Brother’s Campfire. We prayed our prayers, said goodbye and laid some traps.
I have my birds safely housed at night and they have resumed eating and laying eggs again.
Anxiety kills production.
I have opened up the pond I was preparing for them and they seem to like it. The cattails will not last long as Trumpet my goose loves them. I am glad a waterbound weed is being put to use and I can always get more.
While I have manufactured a safe and relaxing environment and made it a lot tougher on the raccoons, I harbor anxiety for their safety.
They seem carefree and happy as the memory fades in the little ducky brains.
Trumpet remembers. I remember and am committed to never letting it happen again.
These little friends came in a box from hundreds of miles away and have been nurtured for a year. The raccoon came by and only ate the head and neck. They are soulless wretches that seem to get away with everything consequence free.
I imagine parenting and leadership are similar in this respect. There are some that harass our children and attack our coworkers and there seems to be no remedy.
It is great when power is leveraged to create a safe place for others to thrive and that is what I am advocating for today.
We can also remember we do have a Remedy and an Advocate in Jesus. He sees the end from the beginning.