Chicken or Eagle?

 

‘Chicken in the garden!’ one of the twins yelled. We all rushed out to encourage this feathered visitor back over the wall into her own garden.

We rushed hither and thither, the three children and me. I got close, reached out, nearly had her, then hesitated when I saw her beak, and she bustled off, all feathers and fluster and squawks.

Don came out, approached the chicken from the front and as he leaned in as if to pick her up, suddenly revealed an egg in the hand he had outstretched beneath her.

‘Oh!’ he shouted to the three children. ‘Look! An egg!’

The children roared with laughter. ‘She laid an egg!’ One child was so excited and laughing so hard she wet herself, which made us all laugh all the more. In the midst of our hilarity, the chicken decided it was time for a sharp exit and got herself back over the fence into her home yard.

I took the cold egg from Don, noticing the stamp, and returned it to the fridge.

Fun being married to a clown.

‘…those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles…’

Mhairi has often challenged, ‘Be the eagle, not the chicken.’

Wise words. Who would be the chicken?

This day, Lord, may I soar on wings like eagles, strength renewed as I fully trust in the Lord. I put all my hope in Him, trusting Him for issues both global and individual.