Isabelle arrived on the scene this morning, not to the fanfare of a big band but to sparrow songs, not on a red carpet but a bed of straw. Her mama, Annabelle, handled the entire proceedings as if she was a seasoned veteran, not a two-year old novice. She gave birth and licked her baby clean in record time. For her part, Isabelle was on her feet and nursing heartily within 45 minutes of her grand entrance.
Isabelle has Annabelle’s regal nose but, at this point, lacks her mama’s calm and stately composure. In fact, she’s something of a March hare, startling and hopping at the slightest quick movement. It’s no shock to me that Isabelle is such a firecracker because when I was checking Annabelle a few days ago, I saw her belly, flank, and udder quaking from the impact of a number of rapid-fire kicks! Lucky for Isabelle, I’d already named her months ago. Otherwise, I’d be compelled to call her Thumper.
“He’ll calm you with His love and delight you with His songs.” –ZEPHANIAH 3:17 (MSG)