Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Intrigued, I could hardly believe my eyes. I watched as the little duckling struggled to break free of them only to get run down, tackled mercilessly to the ground while the more aggressive duck continuously picked at the little duck’s neck. This went on for quite a while and one by one his attackers would give up and walk away as this little duck would struggle for its life and break free only to be caught and pinned down again, yet he would break free until it was just him and the main aggressor. This bigger duck continued to pick at his neck, tackle, and run behind him until the smaller duck ran into the bushes and I couldn’t see them anymore.
As I watched I found myself cheering for the duckling. I wanted so badly to intervene, but somehow deep inside I knew that I would be out of order that I would be interfering with the circle of life. After a few seconds in the bushes the bigger duck came out alone. I was so upset I called a friend to tell her play by play what was taking place and she told me that animals can sense when another animal is weak or sick.
If that duckling could speak I imagine him yelling, “STOP PICKING ON ME!” I wanted to tell that baby duck to “RUN FOREST RUN!” No, I think I’ll call him Joseph because this reminds me of how his brothers treated him. I too can relate to what the little duck was going through because this is how I feel when the devil starts messing with me. He just wants to keep sending his biggest and meanest demons to pick on me and mess with my mind and fill it with doubt and fear. Every time I would put positive thoughts in my head and feel good about life and the direction it’s going, here he comes on the attack.
There are days I feel like giving up and I want to throw in the towel. When it seems like I am down for the count; I hear a word from the Lord then I get a little bit stronger and break free. When it seems the enemy has me pinned to the ground, I get this extra burst of energy and start running for my life. Sometimes I just want to run and hide because there is no help in sight, but just like I was watching over that duckling, and cheering for it I know that Jesus is always watching and cheering for me.
Life is full of bullies. They can be your spouse, your children, your boss or coworkers; you’re so called friends, or your church family. No matter what goes on in your life, no matter how many times you’ve made a mistake, been beaten down by circumstances, situations, or others; keep fighting. Don’t let anyone or anything keep you down. Not your family, so called friends, chick nor child. You may have to retreat to your prayer closet to pray, fast and read your word to get stronger so you can fully develop into a more mature Christian, but don’t ever give up on yourself or life. Live to fight another day and fight the good fight of faith.
Remember when you are weak that is when you are strong. The meek SHALL inherit the earth. I believe that that little duck got away from his attacker in that bush that day, and in my sanctified imagination I see he is somewhere getting bigger and stronger and more powerful than his enemies and he will one day rule over that pond to watch over all the weak and defenseless ducks protecting them from all the bullies just like Jesus sent his Holy Spirit to watch, keep, and protect us. THANK YOU JESUS!
Ella D. Fleming
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6/7/10
