And Then There Were Two

I grew up with a story telling mother.

No, she wasn't telling tales.

Mom loves to work with children

and teach them about Jesus.

We would teach Bible Clubs in

our neighborhood and others.

From Korean Church

to leading a club in the park

we went to the children and told

them that Jesus was real and that

He loved them.

The impact of seeing those eager

faces...some with blond hair and

blue eyes, some with almond skin

and big brown eyes, and still more

with brown skin and curly black hair.

I will never forget these children.

They are grown now

and most likely living all over the world.

The countries I remember seeing

represented over the years were

 America, Korea, China,

Egypt, Japan, Nigeria and Libya.

What a privilege this was.

One of the stories that Mom would

tell was of a mother hen. This hen

gave her life for her chicks when

a fire swept through the chicken

house. I remember the emotion that

was palpable in the room as Mom

would describe the farmer finding

the dead hen. But the joy that would

burst through the despair as the

farmer picks up the hen to bury her

and out run her chicks...very much alive!

Showing the children the comparison

of the Love of God. That Jesus had

given His life for us....just as that

hen had given hers for her babies.

I was reminded of this story yesterday

as I watched our Momma hen with her

growing chick. 

Then she stood up.

Out of her wings fell 

a second fluffy little one. 

We were so very happy.

We watched with concern as these

chickens were out in the open section

of the coop.

There was a storm on the way. 

We weren't sure if she would be

able to get her babies into the shelter

of the coop. Warren hurriedly made a

ramp for the benefit of the tiny chicks.

They are able to jump out the coop door

but we weren't sure about how easily they

would be able to return.

We had to put our trust in the hen.

There was work to be done.

We had to run to the Church.

It was raining when we returned.

Warren just had to check 

on the hen 

and

her babies.

(Kind of like the Farmer in Mom's Story.)

He found them all safely inside the coop. 

That Momma had done it.

She protected her little brood.

When one questions the love of Jesus

they just need to look around. 

He has given us example 

after example of the

depth of His love. 

In the wonders of 

His creation. 

By His provision. 

Our God is truly an Awesome God!

I'm not sure when I will post again.

Mom and I are going to 

Virginia to see Grandma,

who has been moved out of ICU.

I KNOW!

I never would have imagined it either.

She is still very fragile but we are

excited to see her.

Until next time...

Remember the lesson of the

Mother Hen. She was willing

to die that her chicks would live.

Jesus died for you...

and for Me.

Hugs!