Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Ducks in the Oak
Easter Sunday evening and clouds, heavy with the promise of rain, roll in. I sit at the big kitchen table working on the Bible Study I've sadly neglected all week. I keep stealing peeks out the kitchen window, silently praying those clouds will drop their burden on our parched ground.
My daughter calls from the study, "I saw lightning!" We are all waiting. A distant roll of thunder and the trees begin to bend as the wind rises. Raindrops patter against the window in a slow staccato, and then it begins to pour.
"Let's go outside and smell the rain," and we stand out on the porch breathing in the mingled scents of fresh air and thirsty land.
Once back inside, I sit down to work. The rain pours down, and I hear what sounds like the frantic cries of baby birds. I run to the window just in time to see what looks like a big bird flying across the front yard. My first thought is to save the imagined baby birds from certain death - so I run outside.
To my complete amazement there are three ducks perched in the tree. The thunder and lightning continue and soon the other duck returns. Somehow they are balancing on those branches with their webbed feet, waiting for the storm to pass.
Sadly, I don't have a brilliant analogy with which to end this. Except to say - on Easter Sunday there was an answer to prayers long prayed and a whimsical gift from the One gives above and beyond all that we could ask or think.