I've Gone Country A blog about a city girl learning a whole new world

My Mother worked in a Cotton Mill when she was young.  The machines were loud and she said you could not hear well.

So if someone needed you they would WOOO….and one could hear that above the noise of the machines.

When we were growing up my mother would use that call.  If we were upstairs and she was downstairs she would wooo and we would know to come and see what she wanted.

If we were outside riding our bikes or playing at a neighbors house…she would just wooo….and we would come.

About two years before we moved to our land we put in a little goldfish pond.  A sweet lady at church gave me some of her goldfish.  I also bought some little ones straight out of the Wal-Mart fish tanks.  They grew and began to multiply.  I got so excited.  I would go to the pond every day and check on them.

When I began feeding them I did what came natural….I called them with the Wooo.  They learned that when I would call….they would get fed.

It didn’t take long for them to respond real well to that method.

Funny how some things carry over from one generation to another, without even thinking about it.  All of moms kids…use the wooo with their own kids.  Now I see our kids using it with their kids.

My grandchildren were young when we started the goldfish pond, and they love to watch as we fed the fish.

We feed them until the weather gets cold and then we don’t feed them again until the weather warms.  The following Spring our youngest granddaughter wanted to feed the fish.   She reached her little 2 year old hand into the fish food, raised her arm and threw the food into the pond with a great big WOOO.

It took me by surprise.  I had no idea she would remember that, it had been about 5 months since she had feed them with me.

I couldn’t help but get a kick out of it.  Mother would have been so proud!

The other day it had been warm for a couple of days in a row, the fish were up at the surface enjoying the sun.  Layla, now 4, and her father (Garrett) had come over and she asked if she could feed the fish.

So we did.  There again, she remembered.

In this video, it is the first feeding of the season….It takes a feeding or two before the fish respond fully.  Here only a few came, but they are the ones who benefited from answering the call….they got the food!

I learned a lot from my mother including listening and being obedient when she called. Sometimes it meant I had to stop playing and come in the house.  Sometimes it meant she had something good waiting for me, or we were going to go somewhere fun!

I knew my mother….meaning I really knew her.  I knew she had a reason to call me and I trusted her, which made my love for her grow all the more.

I know Mom would be glad we still use the Wooo.  That it has been handed down from generation to generation.  But I think most importantly, she would want the lesson of listening to the voice of Christ, heeding HIS Words passed from one generation to the other.

She taught me to trust Christ and to listen to his call.  Often though, I am like those fish at the first feeding,  I just don’t listen.  If I read HIS Word, preferably daily, then I feel fed and nourished.  I seem to then find an excitement when I hear His call and I can’t wait to see what HE has to say.

I get to really know HIM, and my love for HIM grows.

Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live.  Teach them to your children and to their children after them.      Deuteronomy 4:9