It was a dark evening this past Sunday. :The neighborhood cats were out. That should have been my first clue. I went to the pool. No baby ducks swimming on the surface. No baby ducks to be found. Pretty soon mama duck came flying in landing on the pool.
She frantically began calling her dozen. There were no ducklings here to be found. My heart sank. I could add two and two. The cats. 😦
Nature. This was round two, my second year of watching precious ducks hatch and learn to swim on this pool. I just love watching nature. Until it is brought to a screeching halt and cut short, that is. Ducks should not be born on backyard pools. They should not have runways constructed out of the pool and be fed canned corn.
They should be born near a pond or a lake or a stream. Where cats don’t roam freely or at least I don’t know about them.
We tell out students at school to leave nature in nature. Not to bring it indoors. The bugs, the flowers, the sticks, the stones they pick up from the playground. I now get it. The why behind it. It’s not God’s plan. For man to intervene with nature.
I will always ask why. Why did those innocent little baby ducklings have to all die? So soon. So tragically. And I hope some day God will tell me in His infinite wisdom. But for now my heart aches. Especially for mama duck who keeps returning and calling.
I have God’s word as my comfort. I look to the 23rd Psalm. The funeral verse. Mrs. Duck does not.
As you go through those moments in life where your heart aches, remember this verse. And remember, God is always with you. He’s your comfort. Not just each spring when the ducks come, but forever. That’s comfort.
Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4
Love and laughter,