I Wanna Be A Duck

I wanna be a duck. No, really. Quack! Quack!

The other day someone said something to me. Well, not directly to me. They waited until I turned around and started to walk away before they made their snarky remark. I walked away feeling confused because I wasn’t sure where the animosity came from. Let me tell you, my little self wanted to pop back in there and let her have it but I knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. It’s hard to be a grown up sometimes, isn’t it? Well, it’s hard for this girl, anyways.

Seems like this little verse could be my life one lately. It pops in my head at the best of times. Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding. (Proverbs 17:28) Learning to control this tongue of mine isn’t always the easiest of tasks. No siree.

So, I went and sat down and starting thinking about the remark. Why did she say that? What did I do? I started to analyze and think of reasons. I was a little upset. It’s easy to let things fester and eat at you, isn’t it? But what I am finding is that it’s not worth it. It’s not worth your peace, not worth your joy, not worth your spirit. It just isn’t.

While driving home I was going over it in my mind and it was like God said, “It’s ok. I’ve got you. Be a duck.” A duck? “Yeah, a duck. Just let it roll off your back.”

And you know what, my friends? It’s rolling. Right. Off. My. Back. ‘Cause those mean comments? They just aren’t worth a seed of bitterness in my heart.

I began reading a little bit about ducks after that thought popped into my mind. Ducks have a special oil gland that covers their coat in oil and makes them water proof so they don’t get waterlogged and drown. They are able to just let the water roll off and they can float, float, float. Baby chicks don’t have working glands at first so the mama rubs her own oil on them so they don’t drown.

And that is just like me. Sometimes I can just let it roll off and other times I feel like that baby chick who is gonna drown. Gonna drown from all of that water getting in my feathers. Weighing. Me. Down.  And that is when I need to go to the source of the oil and get some more of it to help me stay afloat.

Do you feel like you are sinking at times? Yeah, me too. Here’s to getting another dose of that oil to stay afloat.

Wanna be a duck with me? We can quack together. Just let it roll.



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