When God Does not Do What You Want


As you can envision, I was entranced. Right after a couple of moments, Mama moved and Junior followed. Once more he strove to get underneath her. Right after about 10 minutes, she stood, nudged him as if to say, “Follow me.”

She took her time ascending the small hill, then rested at the top rated, exactly where Junior could see her. When he didn’t come, she gradually descended till she was about six feet on the other side.

Junior acted confused. She had left him all alone! He looked all about but couldn’t see her. Why had she left him? If he wanted to be with her, he had to leave his comfort zone and move into the unknown. Timidly he started to climb, gazing all about as he nervously kept me in his sight.

Halfway up the hill he looked back, then sat, facing exactly where he had been. Possibly he believed, “What do I do now? I can not see Mama. Perhaps if I go back down, she will return to me.”

He momentarily rested, jumped up, and courageously ascended. As he crested the top rated of his massive mountain, his nervousness was replaced by joy. There was Mama! But she didn’t move, she waited, resting peacefully by the cactus a couple feet in front of the stranger.

Junior had to make a different selection. To get closer to Mama meant he had to get closer to the strange creature watching him. He hesitated. Looked back to exactly where he had been comfy with his mother. The way up the hill had been gentle and protected. But the descent to Mama was steep and felt harmful. As if attempting to collect courage, he place off the inevitable and scratched in the dirt.

Right after a whilst, he looked back at Mama. She hadn’t budged an inch. It was apparent if he wanted to be with her, he would have to be the 1 who moved.

When he ultimately reached her, he happily nudged her and attempted to get underneath her. She moved away, not cooperating with him. He didn’t give up but attempted once again. With out good results.

She moved additional away, pecked in the dirt, and then turned towards him. Lastly having his focus, she started shoving her beak into his upturned mouth.

He had believed she didn’t care about his will need to nestle, to hide, and to really feel protected. The truth was his mother wasn’t interested in his comfort. She chose to leave him so he would stick to and she could feed him.

As soon as he had eaten, she permitted him to settle beside her – with some of her feathers fluffed more than him. She was in no hurry to go anyplace, neither was he. They sat quietly. Protected with his mama, Junior was now unconcerned by my presence.

When I returned to the residence, I was encouraged.

And then it hit me. The superb drama played out just before me of a chick attempting to rest beneath his mother’s feathers is specifically what the Lord calls you and me to do.


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