Many years ago my parents bought my little sister some cute baby chicks for Easter. As you can imagine, they were such cute little chickies. But you know what? Every single one of them grew up to be roosters. “Yes”, I said, “ROOSTERS!”
Ofcourse, we couldn’t get rid of my sister’s new pets. So we kept these 4 cocks cooped in a small fenced area of our suburban backyard. Crowing at the crack of down every morning, these roosters woke everyone up in our neighborhood – but us. That probably wasn’t the considerate thing to do, but that is the way things were.
One day while returning home from a date with a new boyfriend, I found the unthinkable. The roosters had escaped! Someone needed to catch them and put them back in their cage, but I knew something this young man didn’t. Those birds bite.
I smiled with my best damsel-in-distress look begging my new boyfriend for help. We chased those roosters down, and one by one the young man picked each one up with his bare hands putting them back in the cage. Since neither of us knew to pick these birds up by their feet, these roosters bit this young man’s arms and hands all over. Poor city man! That young may should have kissed me goodbye and moved on to another girl, but he didn’t. He became my beloved husband Jim!
While I can reminise about this story and even laugh at it, I secretly know it reveals my interesting life background and a couple inappropriate behaviors. Anyone who lives in the suburbs with roosters as pets is not normal!
As I celebrate this Easter season this year, I remember those “rise and shine” rooster days like it was yesterday. I thank God for my husband Jim who still loves me. I thank God for my family. I thank God for my Savior who unconditionally loved me, died for me and rose again. ;-D
Because He lives, I can rise and shine.
Happy Easter everyone!