Yesterday, we felt helpless. In a place lower than low. Discouraged and defeated. And God delivered us with the most beautiful and simple of miracles. (And yet, not simple at all.)

If you’re aware – from my Easter celebration post – of our history with raising goats, then you also know that we sold our herd last year. However, my aunt and her family are moving back and they want to raise goats. So they asked us to take care of a few baby goats for them before they arrive.

Enter Bingley, Button, and Bonnet (and Lilly, arriving this weekend). While not ours, we love these kids, and it’s been nice to have some hopping, prancing goats around again.

But the first day we brought them home, we knew there was a problem. Button wouldn’t drink milk from her bottle. Bingley had no trouble with it, and Bonnet caught on quickly. But Button seemed to have a mental block when it came to the bottle – and it didn’t get better.

By the end of the next day, this was a crisis situation. She had gone without milk for almost two days. She was nibbling on grass and such, but it wasn’t enough to sustain her. Fear consumed us as we watched her get smaller, weaker. We contacted the previous owner, but there wasn’t much she could say – she’d never had this problem before.

We were losing her. We were watching this little goat die and there was nothing we could do.

Except pray.

My aunt called and said they would be praying at the same time we were, just before the kids’ next feeding. And though the prayers were offered from different walks of life, a stalwart faith had sprung up from this image: the walls of Jericho coming down.

When the trumpets sounded, the army shouted, and at the sound of the trumpet, when the men gave a loud shout, the wall collapsed; so everyone charged straight in, and they took the city.

Joshua 6:20

Button drank three ounces.

And then two more.

And then five more.

Today, she’s out of danger.

Button’s fate being sealed by her inexplicable inability to drink was not the only thing dragging our hearts down. Family crises, finances – they were brought to a head by the knowledge that we were losing this little doe. You don’t have to know goats to relate to this. Think of a time you felt helpless.

God brought a miracle out of our helplessness. To us, it signified so much more than the deliverance of Button’s life. Our walls of Jericho came down.

God will bring down your Jericho.

I think when we say, “There’s nothing more we can do,” God says, “I got this.” Because in our weakness and in our failure, God’s glory shines the brightest.

By faith the walls of Jericho fell, after the army had marched around them for seven days.

Hebrews 11:30

God will bring down your Jericho.

If you have any prayer requests, please feel free to put them in the comments or contact me directly. I’m happy to pray with you! ❤