By Brenda Black
They bolted like school children released for recess, with tails
curled up and over their backs. Weaned calves in a lot out back of
the house provided my afternoon entertainment.Through the newly
opened gate they darted as if hearing the starting bell on a race
track. I giggled at their athletic antics. One would tear across the
pen like she was making a great escape, only to charge a matter of a
few yards before meeting the metal rungs of the corral – face to
fence. In one swift spin, she'd turn and run again, this time with
the rest of the herd in hot pursuit.
For several minutes, their game of tag and turn and sprinting
continued. When the running waned, they stood head to head and
practiced butting. If calves could smile, I'm pretty sure they were
grinning from fuzzy ear to fuzzy ear with great delight. The mild and
sunny day in the middle of a cold January was most welcome to the
weanlings and offered up a healthy dose of doldrum-ending exercise.
It didn't take much to alter their routine and find it delivered
such great joy. Sometimes all one needs is a bit of sunshine and a
little more room to roam. Take me for instance. I get a bit stir
crazy post holidays. I begin to feel cramped for space and eager to
purge. It's like spring cleaning in winter when the Christmas tree
I broke an all-time record this year of leaving the greenery up
all too long. It was Jan. 13, by the time I got everything packed
away! Never in my life have I gone past the single digit point of the
first month on the calendar when it comes to dismantling the holiday
cheer. But travels and work and plain weariness had me postponing
the dreadful chore.
Now that the Christmas ambiance is headed to the attic, my house
seems quite spacious. In fact, I have yet to return many of my
non-seasonal knick knacks back to their standard locations. I'm just
enjoying the sunshine and the open gate. I feel freer and lighter and
less constrained by so much stuff. I'm thinking of spring garage
sales and wondering if I should just leave a lot of my things boxed
up ready to affix price tags.
Life gets cold and cluttered at times. Like calves stuck in a pen
where it's been snowy and cramped, we can feel constrained by
symbolic fences that seem to close in on us in our homes and in our
What I haven't told you is that as much as I would like to
blame the Christmas clutter for my claustrophobic feelings, it has
more to do with worries that I'm struggling to turn over to the Lord.
Bare walls and shelves seems to help when I feel like I'm going to
suffocate from fearful thoughts of things totally beyond my control.
So, for a few more days, I'm planning on enjoying the space and I'm
not going to rush to fill it back up again. And I also intend to soak
up the Son a whole lot more in the days ahead. For at His feet and in
His light, can be found my joy and the perfect gate to freedom.