A spot of white gleams among the brown leaves and dried branches. Only a few inches from the water’s edge, she sits like a statue. Day after day in the same position.
Other ducks swim past. None stop. Day and night the lone mother contentedly warms her eggs.
Every day, my eyes check on her repeatedly . She calmly sits through the hot sun, darkness, cool nights, and light rain.
Like an expectant grandmother, I wait anxiously for the new arrivals. I look forward to the tiny ducklings waddling behind their mother and swimming to my shoreline.
Apprehension takes over. What if they have the same fate as the four previous ducklings? Within a couple of weeks all disappeared. At least two were snacks for a hungry, brown hawk. Their mother’s valiant attempt to save them failed.
In spite of the terrible odds for tiny creatures in nature, the patient, determined mother duck waits.
Her perseverance, even in tough situations, reminds me to listen and be content when God says to wait.
Psalm 27: 14 Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. (NIV)
Heavenly Father, teach me to listen and wait contentedly. Amen
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