Piggy Mystery Solved

Three weeks ago, we had a little piggy bantering about our yard, but when we tried to catch him, he went running into the neighbor's hay field and we couldn't find him--until Saturday. The neighbor came over to ask if we had lost a little black piggy. He had been told by another neighbor (whom I'm sure had seen all of us running after the piggy in our back yard) that we owned the pig.

No, we don't own a pig, but we told the man we could find someone who could take it. Enter my friend Julie (we've been friends since kindergarten). We called to see if she could take the little piggy as we knew she and her family had piggy raising experience. "Yep," she said she'd take him. Julie picked him up on her way back to the farm and we told her we'd help pay for the feed and split the sausage with her.

Yesterday we received a phone call from Julie. The piggy was not of the sausage variety, it was of the pot-bellied variety. She had asked her pot-bellied pig loving friends if they would take it and they wouldn't. So the pig was to come back to our house. She made signs for us to post around our neighborhood, which we did.

We even asked some other friends if they would take it. Nope. Already had a guinea pig, didn't need a pot-bellied pig.

Then, providentially, right as Julie was redelivering the pig to our house, the rightful owners called us. They had lost their little pot-bellied pig three weeks ago. They had no hope of finding him again because they were positive that "Bacon Bits" had become tasty victuals for a coyote. They were tickled to have their piggy back and Julie and I were tickled to no longer be the owners of a little piggy. The guy even gave us eight tickets to the corn maze that he owns. I gave the tickets to Julie since she paid for feed and housed the pig for three days (she even brought him into her house at night because he was shivering).

Bacon Bit's mama wrapped him in a blanket to take him home. She held him like a baby and he squealed and grunted delightedly (I'm not kidding). A very happy piggy reunion. I had prayed that God would take care of that little piggy when he ran away. Guess what? My God is big enough to care about little pot-bellied piggies who've got wanderlust.

"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." Matt. 10:29-31
Ahhh--back in mama's arms. (The pig looks much bigger in this picture than he actually is. He's not more than 10 lbs--his mama is just really petite.)