Last year my hubby and I unexpectedly became duck Grandparents. Our daughter brought several ducks to our home and built a coop and run for them. At first we were not very happy with the addition to our animal family, but I soon became very attached to their good morning quacks. And I think they became fond of me. When I would call “Duck, duck, duck” they would look at me with that up-turn of their necks and then start to follow me to the garage where we kept their food.
It was a very sad day when I discovered that a raccoon had invaded their run and injured one of the ducks to the point where we had to put her down. After that our daughter and I put Epsom salts around the coop to deter the raccoon, but nothing seemed to stop the feisty critters. They would get into the run and play in the pool of water we kept for Mr. Waddles and Baby Duck. And, of course, the raccoon ate whatever food was left in the duck’s bowl. But they never bothered the last two ducks. I went out each night to make sure the ducks were safely locked in their run. I would hold them, talk to them, and generally made them a part of the family.
Last weekend I walked out to the duck pen as I did each morning and found that Baby Duck had been attacked by a raccoon. I was devastated. My daughter and hubby said that she needed to be put down and that we needed to give Mr. Waddles away to a more secure home. I asked them to wait one day to see how bad Baby Duck was. I started refilling the pool water as I knew Baby Duck loved to sit under the shower. I felt I was probably giving her a last feel -good shower and I felt like crying.
That night when I went to bed, all I could think of was my Baby Duck and Mr. Waddles. I thought, when I was this concerned for one of my children I lifted them up in prayer, why not pray for a duck? “Father, I know You care about everything in my life. You have blessed our family with these ducks, even though at times they have been a handful to care for. But I love these ducks, Lord, please heal Baby Duck so we don’t have to put her down. And show us what to do with Mr. Waddles, you know that we are not able to care for her in the way she needs, especially this winter. Thank you for listening, Amen”
The next morning my hubby went on his usual drive and he called me to let me know that our neighbor wanted to add the ducks to her family of God’s creatures. She felt that she could nurse Baby Duck back to health. When she pulled up to get them, I caught Mr. Waddles and held her close. Then I noticed that my neighbor was holding Baby Duck and talking softly to her as she stroked her wings. “I think she is going to be alright. God had answered my prayer.
We are told in Philippians 4:6, “do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.” I do not see any caveats in what we are to pray for; what I see is the word ‘everything’ with thanksgiving, let my requests be known to God. How many of us miss out on the blessing of seeing God’s answers because we don’t think what we want to pray for is not important to Him? Everything is created by God, therefore everything is important to God.
I find this to be true a lot with my friendships, or neighbors, or church family. OK, maybe it is just people in general. The rude cashier at the grocery check – out lane. Why not pray for him? I don’t have any idea what is causing the rudeness, maybe he just found out he has an incurable illness, or maybe he got to work late because of traffic but his boss gave him a point anyway. God knows. God knows every detail of every life. And He cares enough to want us to talk with Him about it. Just like we talk with our best friend. Because He is.
I remember a time when I was demoted from Director to Manager and I was devastated. At first I was angry, but then I started praying for wisdom and discernment. I finally felt peace. A few days later I found out that our company was being bought out and the first thing they were going to do was to lay off the Director level. See? God knows the future. I wish I had not wasted those first few days being angry and hurt and had trusted Him from the beginning. And listened as He talked to me.
Prayer is communication with God. And no detail is too small. I don’t know how many times I’ve lost something and prayed for God to help me find it. I’ve prayed for a flower that had almost died to come back to life and bloom. I’ve prayed for the Hummingbirds to continue to visit my feeder. Silly? Maybe, but I’m spending time with God and that is what is important. He is always there, being the Father that He is, waiting for us to talk with Him, about everything.
Don’t lose out on the blessing. Lift your prayers to Him and feel the peace.