On Purpose

Our Momma duck hatched 14 babies on Saturday. I suppose the hatching of ducks has happened millions, perhaps billions of times before. The mother duck leads a very uneventful life for about a month... sitting...sitting...sitting...sitting...sitting... her man waits patiently nearby, entirely devoted to her and the cause, and then one day they move to the next phase. I wonder about the instincts of animals, do they ever question their calling? Does a momma duck ever say, "Is this really what the Creator wants me to be doing?" Does the pappa duck ever say, "You know what, I don't have time for this, there are more important things I could be doing, she doesn't need me here to hatch those eggs." In the grand scheme of things what's a few more ducks? Surely there are more important things to be doing than hatching such vulnerable, humble creatures. The circumstances aren't even ideal for ducks here. But he doesn't leave, and she doesn't ask, she just trusts the calling placed in her breast at the dawn of time, and she sits, and she waits, and she nurtures, and she protects.... "He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?" (Micah 6:8) "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28) What purpose has He called me to?
Loving the Lord, my God; loving my neighbor as myself; forgive trespasses as I would want to be forgiven; and specifically.... being nurturing and devoted to the cause my instincts dictate... my husband, my children, my home, my heartstrings tug when God is calling me to His purpose, and right now I believe I am in the center of His will for my life. I am not perfect, but His will is, and He is teaching me the lessons needed to do His will, I don't always get things right, but He is merciful and patient if we are humble and soft hearted, and I believe that all things will work out for good. But I must remember...

Isaiah 55:8-9 (King James Version)

For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.

God Moves in Mysterious Ways - lyrics by Cowper.

God moves in a mysterious way
his wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
and rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs
and works his sovereign will.

You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
in blessings on your head.

His purposes will ripen fast,
unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
but sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
and scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
and he will make it plain.