Okay, I know I need to explain that one. My Godchild who’s not a child anymore learned words differently than any other child I know. I think, in an entirely unbiased opinion, that she was reading novels in the delivery room and speaking in sentences on the way home from the hospital . . . but anyway, among her first “real” words spoken (as opposed to “did she just say that?” words) was duck and quack. She is my much-loved duckling even if she is not from my own nest.
I didn’t hatch any of my own, but the Lord blessed me by putting her in my heart in the place my own ducklings would otherwise be. That being said, I’m thinking of God’s creatures great and small and what blessings they are.
I wonder if the cows, horses, bunnies, and birds feel a combination of pride, joy, and a little bit of sadness as their “ducklings,” calves, and the like grow up and fly to a distant branch of a distant tree to establish their own personal nest? Like me, do they wonder if they’ll be visited? Remembered? I’m smiling though for my duckling has always made me so proud of her!
I pray that Jesus will watch over all the little ducklings in our lives, and especially those flying off to a distant nest. I also ask that He will give an extra hug to those of us who watched them grow and love them still and will love them always.