On My Hubbys’s farm they have around two dozen chickens and the same number of ducks. Now all of these creatures have free run of the farmyard and we spend many an hour just watching then as they waddle and scurry around.
But there was one time they had a particular duck called Gordon. Now for those of you who know me, you will know that someone very dear to my heart also has that name. Disclaimer: this duck is in no way compared to hubby.
Ok back to story now that that is cleared up.
Gordon suffered a terrible fate before he was hatched. His mother, foolish old duck that she was, ran off with Mr Fox. Now we know she ran off with him because she was there one day, and when Mr Fox came calling that night... she disappeared.
So poor Gordon was an orphan before he was even hatched.:( My hubby, the other Gordon, put Gordon the duck in with the eggs of a chicken. HHmmm sounded like a good idea at the time.
But Gordon grew up thinking he was a chicken. He would try to bathe in dust, he would avoid the water bath and he even tried to … wait for it,,,, he tried to roost,
Now I know Kbird has probably seen chickens roost, but I would like to put it to her if she has ever seen a duck roost?
Poor Gordon could fly up to the rafters but could not stay there. He would try over and over and he would quack and quack as his sisters successfully slept just out of his reach.
You see poor Gordon was never told he was a duck. His adopted mother brought him up to act like a chicken, he knew no better, and he had no one to tell him any different.
So that got me thinking. So often we are told we are one thing and we learn to accept what we are told. We are not told our true worth or our place in God’s plan. Too often we try to be what we are not and like Gordon we fail miserably. You see if Gordon had realised he was a duck he could have enjoyed endless hours in the pond instead of rolling around in the dirt.
I think I spent too many hours rolling around in the dirt. I thought I was one of the crowd because I was told I was no better. I walked and played with them, and I grew like them.
But God in his mercy showed me that my concept of myself was wrong. I came down from trying to reach the rafters and instead focused my attention on reaching Heaven.
We are different that the world. Let’s not try to conform, but instead let’s transform.
Oh In case you were wondering… like Mother like son. Seems that Gordon had a glint in his eye for Mrs Fox, and followed the same path of destruction as his mama.
bethy bethy i'm speachless be blessed
That is too funny no no um sad, wait, no , um brilliant.
okay, its all those
Goodness knows Bethy it took me awhile to figure out I was trying to be something I thought others wanted me to be. Now that I am trying to be who God wants me to be life is full and I know what I am missing and quite glad I am.
Great blog Sis
Oh, Ducky...that was a weel quacker!
I love the analogy and the message you have given us. How true my friend, how true.
I'm trying to think of the best way of suggesting you cut out the middle duck and just give the eggs to the fox (saving cost on food)nah can't come up with one at the mo
You may be able to help with my problem though...I've ended up with the chook ignoring the nest box and the rooster using it instead
LOL! poor gordon! stupid foxes!
Great blog mum! and such an awesome reminder and written just when it was needed.
I love this analogy! Yes, may we never forget who we are in Christ!