Yesterday, my game hen was found. She had been missing since Sunday afternoon. Topper, named because she is a blue-top game hen, is the best brooding hen one could wish for. When she went missing, I thought something had gotten her, or scared her into a hiding place that she'd eventually come out of. Well she showed back up and my daddy made it his mission to find her when she disappeared after he fed her. He found her, sitting on a clutch of eggs. The last few times she's tried to sit, I've taken away the eggs because it has been too hot.
As the sun went down last night, we took her out of her hiding place and when I picked her up she attacked me, I knew she would, but there lay 10 eggs. 10! I couldn't believe she had been saving up that many eggs to hatch out. Anyway, I put her eggs in the pen, sit her on the eggs and backed out of the pen and she went ballistic, to say the least. It took me three tries to get her to sit on the eggs, and the last time I put her on the eggs, I held her down with one hand and pretended to get the eggs with the other and she immediately hit me. I turned her lose and she started making those hen noises when you know they are talking to their eggs. (Don't laugh, it really happens!)
As I backed out of the pen and watched her for a few minutes to make sure she was going to take them, I heard God whisper, "See, this is what you do. You fight back at me, and I have to gently put you back where I want you, hold you there until I can make you see you are safe. You are in a place where I can protect you. I can't protect you out there. If only my people could understand they are safe under my wings (in my hands)."
I sort of held my breathe, not sure what to do next. I looked at Topper and started to cry. I thought I had lost her. I just knew a hawk or dog had gotten her. When she came back home, I was so very excited.
Then I realized, God was right. I fight Him, kicking and screaming to do things my way. Melissa's way is always the best way! In reality, it's not. This is how God looks at us vs the world. His heart is broken every time we sin, and he cries and mourns from the potential loss of a child. When we return unto Him, He is there with open arms. We just have to come back home!
I suppose, I'll stop fighting back and start fighting with Him.
Jesus is waiting....