Watchful Waiting

For over three weeks, she sat and waited. Only occasionally did she even move from her spot. Dedicated. Persistent. Unwavering.

Alan and I watched and waited with her. Each time we walked by the window or were in the yard, we looked across the lake. Binoculars sat ready for viewing. Alan even set up our telescope for a closer look.

I googled the time for eggs to hatch. The average was twenty-eight days, and she was getting close.

On Saturday morning before Easter, Alan called me. “There’s a little head.”

Through the telescope we could see a tiny yellow and black head. Then another. Mother duck gently fluffed their down. Were there more in the nest? We couldn’t see.

How appropriate that they would hatch near Easter. After a long period of watchful waiting, new life emerged.

Watchful waiting after Jesus’ death, revealed a risen Lord. He is risen indeed.

Dear Lord, thank you for the risen Jesus. Amen