Introducing Cumulonimbus and Altostratus. Nimba, the white one, and Alta, the dark one, for short. They are twin two-week old Nigerian dwarf X Pygmy goats. To say they have over taken our lives around here would be exactly accurate. We are drunk on baby goats up in here. They have to be bottle fed, take naps, and are living in our laundry room unless they are outside in the play pen.
There just is nothing like these little things. So why do we have these cutie pie little twins? I’ll tell you! Sydney got all A honor roll and I was trying to come up with a good celebration gift for her. Also Jesse’s birthday is on June 18th and I needed a gift for him. Now let me be honest. I have been accused by my best friend that possibly gifting Jesse with a pygmy goat would fall under the “I wanted a pygmy goat and so I got you one for your birthday,” category. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am just the best gift giver ever. Jesse loves his goat. (For all of you Jesse lovers out there, I did get him something else and I am taking him on a trip so shut up he is fine.) These little cuties were born on Saturday, June 2nd. I could have brought them home that week but I knew if Sydney saw them before she left for summer camp she would not go to summer camp. She got home yesterday and we surprised her. She was surprised to say the least and she has not left them alone since she got home except when we made her go to bed last night.
I am having flash backs to when I had my human babies. My freezer is full of (goat)milk, there are bottle warmers on the counter and bottles in the dish drainer. They eat on a schedule just like human babies and when they get hungry they go hunting for nipples. They also make the cutest sounds. It is too hot for them to be outside all the time so they take breaks in the dog crate I have in the laundry room. However, they will be wondering around the house in no time at all because we got doggie diapers for them last night. We have become “those” goat people. (*update: in the midst of writing this blog the doggie diapers got put on the goats. Because of certian anatomical differances that I will not take the time to explain, the diapers do not work for goats. Sydney is lamenting this fact and is currently searching for information on goat diapers. The babies are in the laundry room until then.)
But also in all this cuteness I am reminded of our Good, Good Father. In His word he compares us with sheep. Now I’ll be honest, I don’t see much difference between sheep and goats. There is a diffrence because at Tractor Supply there is milk replacer for lambs and a totally different bag of mild replacer for kids. I don’t think the difference is big enough not to make the leap that sheep and goats act the same way. So just for illustration sake lets say they are the same. God compares us to sheep and says that he will leave the 99 in the heard to find the one that is lost. He runs us down to bring us back to the safety of His herd. He also calls Himself the Gentle Shepard that tends to the flock. He says He is the Watchmen that stays at the gate protecting the herd. All these things come to life for me as I care for these little girls. They are weak and helpless just like me. Without me caring for them and feeding them they would die. It’s the same predicament I am in without Jesus.
John 10: 7So Jesus said to them again, “Truly, truly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep.
8“All who came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them.
9“I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.
10“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.
11“I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep.
12“He who is a hired hand, and not a shepherd, who is not the owner of the sheep, sees the wolf coming, and leaves the sheep and flees, and the wolf snatches them and scatters them.
13“He flees because he is a hired hand and is not concerned about the sheep.
14“I am the good shepherd, and I know My own and My own know Me,
15even as the Father knows Me and I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep.
16“I have other sheep, which are not of this fold; I must bring them also, and they will hear My voice; and they will become one flock withone shepherd.
17“For this reason the Father loves Me, because I lay down My life so that I may take it again.
18“No one has taken it away from Me, but I lay it down on My own initiative. I have authority to lay it down, and I have authority to take it up again. This commandment I received from My Father.”
New American Standard Bible: 1995 Update. La Habra, CA: The Lockman Foundation, 1995. Print.
Really I sit in a position right now where I am just so grateful to God that we have property where we can keep goats. Mostly because it causes this above portion of scripture to come alive for me. Part of me loves to call myself a shepherd because it helps me identify with a small part of who Jesus is. But as I watch and interact with these little cuties I see how uphill Jesus’ battle is to keep me focused on Him. They are such “know it all’s” and “I want to jump up on that dangerous thing,” kind of animals. And guess what? I do the same stupid kind of goat things. Jesus is powerful enough to save me from myself. I am only powerful enough to manage the carnage, and hope they don’t jump out of their play pen. Thank you Jesus for always keeping me in the fold and leading me to greener pastures. I love you Lord.
Prepare to be inundated with pictures of these cuties. This is what summer 2018 will revolve around! I am sure there will be many “lessons from the baby goats!”