Two of my chickens don't like to be picked up, but something was different today.
I prepared their mix of goodies which consists of whole-grain rolled-oats, dried meal worms, cut-up apples, bread bits, and scratch. Water and the 16 percent protein meal called Crumbles are available 24/7.
As I tossed the mix out for them, Elona and Baby wanted to be picked up. These two, and Goldie, are the ones who always want to be loved on. I picked up Baby, then Elona. But this time, Whitey and Red Head came up. That's unusual because they are the more elusive ones.
As I held and talked with Elona -- she was explaining life to me -- Whitey stood at my feet.
"You want up, Whitey?" She took a step closer.
I put Elona down and scooped up Whitey. She cocked her head, looked at me from both sides of her head, and talked -- but not freely as do Baby, Elona, and Goldie. They chatter with me, but Whitey merely said a few syllables. (I'm not joking.)
Then Goldie walked up and began pecking on my britches. That's her signal to pick her up. Elona does that, too.
I put Whitey down and scooped up Goldie, and she began telling me what she's been doing lately. I then felt Red Head bump against me as she was looking for more worms. I put Goldie down, and picked up Red Head.
She squirmed a bit, but didn't try to get away. However, she wouldn't talk at all. Red Head merely looked at me as if to say, "Are you happy now that I let you pick me up?" When she looked at the ground and wiggled her legs, I put her down, and she continued her search for worms. I had an extra worm in my hands, so I said, "Red Head -- you want this?"
Without hesitation she jumped up, and with outstretched neck grabbed it with her beak. At that movement, the others came running. They wanted it! Do you remember the chicken's philosophy of life? Here it is again: If I have it, it's mine. If you have it, it's mine. And if I had it but you took it, it's still mine!
So, I threw out another handful of dried meal worms; that generated another feeding-frenzy.
Today was the first time that I held all five of the chickens -- one at a time, of course. I watch over my flock because (this may sound strange) I love them. I care for them and feed them very well. I make sure they are safe and secure at night. They, in turn, come running to me every time I go out the back door. Again, as strange as it sounds, these babies love me -- at least, as much as chickens know how to love.
Do you know that God loves us and wants to take care of us? But He does much more than I can do for my birds. I watch over my flock on a limited scale at best, but our Creator-Savior is a good shepherd and watches over His flock 24/7. He knows what's happening with us every second of the day. He desires to "hold us" and care for us, and He goes out of His way to keep us safe and secure -- if we let Him.
Amazingly, God is also limited in what He can do for us. What's the limitation?
We are the limiting factor.
If my chickens wanted to, they could fly over the fence and escape my protective, nurturing care. They would be independent to roam freely. But they don't. They stay with me, trust me, they're secure with me.
Many humans often don't have the wisdom of my chickens, and they run from God. Desiring independence, they "fly over the fence." They fly from safety and into danger. They run from plenty, and into poverty.
John 14:21 tells us that whoever loves the Lord, listens to and obeys Him, are the ones to whom God the Father will reveal Himself.
If we run to God, and remain in His protective care, we would receive the "mix of goodies" that He wants to give us -- in addition to His sustaining care available 24/7.
God loves you and desires to communicate with you. Study the Bible, learn to know Jesus, and find your security in and with Him. You may be surprised at the results.
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Gene Linzey is a speaker, author, mentor and president of the Siloam Springs Writers Guild. Send comments and questions to [email protected]. The opinions expressed are those of the author.
Religion on 04/11/2018