“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

Mathew 6:25-27

We adopted a goat! His name is Billy. But before I tell you how, I’d like to begin with a little story.

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When I was just a little girl, I said to my momma “I want a puppy!” She said, “Puppies are a lot of work, hunny. Maybe later on, when you’re a bit older.”

It wasn’t until I was 16, where I wrote an essay for my mom to read about all the reasons why would get a dog. No matter how I try to sell it, she wasn’t very keen on the idea of having a dog. “Who is going to pay for all its shots? Who is going to pick up all its poop?” mom asked. “I will!” I exclaimed, “I will look after it, I will pay for its shots, I will take it for walks and do all of the work, I promise!” No matter how hard I tried to sway her into getting a pup, her answer was always “no.”

One day, I brought home a little Pomeranian/Shih-Tzu/sheltie mixed dog. He was 12 weeks old, with creme colored fur and light brown spots around his face. He was the cutest little puppy I ever did see, and when I took him home for my mom to meet, she fell in love with him. Did I go against what my mom said about getting a dog? Yes, I did. I probably should have obeyed my mother, but at the time I was just so eager to bring this doggy home. In a matter of seconds, my was attached to this little guy and said: “Okay, we can keep him.”

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Six years later, Bently is a very happy and healthy dog who loves to bark at pretty much everything. No matter how many times he has seen our faces, he still tends to bark whenever we pull up in the laneway. He runs up, down, and around the lot until finally, he realizes “oh yeah, that’s my owners!” Meanwhile, he barks at the chipmunks and the birds and the chickens and the rabbits and basically every living creature.

Last night, however, he was barking more than usual at something outside and we had no idea what all the commotion was about.

As we took a closer look as to what was out there, all we saw was Bentley chasing after something that resembled another dog or a large cat. I screamed “Bently!” and he ran up on our deck, as the other animal followed him. When we focused in on what was on our front doorstep, we realized this was no dog or cat…this my friends was a baby goat!

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As Bentley continued to bark his head off, the goat was sitting quietly and was very timid. It probably was a bit scared that there were no other goats around, especially his momma. We couldn’t quite understand how it got to our house, as our neighbors don’t own any goats and neither does anyone else around us. We made several phone-calls around to see if anyone knew whose goat this was, but no one seemed to have a clue, and neither did we.

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In the meantime, we brought the goat inside our garage and wrapped it up in a blanket to keep warm. We fed it some alfalfa because we were unsure if it was fed grass or milk replacer. This morning, we realized that since no one else around us claimed this goat, we are now responsible for looking after it until it grows to be mature. We tried feeding the goat from a bottle, but it didn’t care so much about the milk. It was going to town on the alfalfa out in the fields, and that’s when we realized maybe it doesn’t need to be fed milk each morning (that will save a lot of work on our ends).  Praise the Lord, we have a couple of sheds on our property that we use for the chickens, and for storage. We decided to take out some of the gardening tools and other equipment to make a nice little shelter for the goat when it get’s cool. In the daytime, we will keep him outside where he can graze.

As unexpected as this whole situation was, I can’t help but stand in awe at our Awesome Provider of a God who not only takes care of the animals but also takes care of us. The bible says “Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” Matthew 6:26. How can we possibly think that God doesn’t care for us if He is able to look after this little goat who somehow lost his way? Do you ever wonder why some feed trucks spill a little bit of grain on the roads? I believe there is a reason for that because God is feeding the birds of the air. God takes good care of us and expects us to take good care of each other.

We are blessed beyond belief to take on this responsibility of fostering goat for the next little while. We could have never had this kind of an opportunity had we still been living in the city. Although we do feel unprepared to take on this goat without having a barn, God has supplied us with all of the goat’s needs so far and we are believing and praying that He will continue to do so.

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  1. That is so neat Sara!! I remember a young woman yesterday asking me to pray for her as she drives home! I take it that God for her home safely! I witnessed God providing us safety when a vehicle pulled out in front of us! We thought of honking, but decided not to because we know we wouldn’t of wanted to be honked at!!

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