broody
it's a word
she sits on the other girls'
unfertilized eggs
all
day
the futility! the futility!
broody hens,
without intervention,
suffer
dehydration
feather-loss
starvation
because they will not
give up
their vain pursuit
already my broody betty's
comb is pink and limp
and the other girls have rejected her
so
i'm pushing her out
to walk
to eat
to drink
to live again
and
i'm thinking on our own broody seasons
in which we cling to selfish and fruitless endeavors....
broody betty was bred to lay and leave
humans?
to
glorify
god
and when we hold fast to
things-not-god
we become that
broody-hen-pecked-limpy-comb-golden-comet
named betty
how about you? have you had broody seasons? have you ever had to push someone off her nest?
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ah yes, i've been betty at time or twelve. i find myself slipping back into broodiness when i operate under the delusion that the weight of the world rests on me.
ReplyDeleteit so doesn't, and why would i ever want it to? it's a zillion times too heavy for me, but in His hands it's life and miracle.
love you, k.
Such a lesson from mother-nature! We had chickens when I was a girl and you make me wish I paid more attention to their behavior. Much to learn from paying attention, isn't there? Praying for your sweet hubby and his mission plans, my friend. Much love.
ReplyDeleteOh I loved this one!
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, many years ago I had a hen come into our backyard when she got chased away by some hooligan neighborhood kids who had her as a *pet* - (I named her Henny Penny, and I kept her!). She used to lay eggs and sit on them all the time. I can't remember if she would finally walk away, or if I removed the eggs so she'd give up. I think I took the eggs away. To my great sadness, she died when I came home from a vacation to find that she had been taken by some other creature in the night as she sat on her eggs. (I know, soooo sad).
But, there's a good object lesson in that. When I get too broody and insist on idly sitting around for no good reason, I become a sitting duck (!!) for the enemy.
Kick me out, Lord, when I need it!!
GOD BLESS!
Such wisdom from broody Betty...oh my... Thanks...so glad I linked up behind you at SDG :)
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this - I was there once with infertility issues - before I understood about God's plans and faith that is trust - and psalm 139 things - and I was like your broody hen. I look back and remember those feelings and I love that you are there to help her, to guide this hen - to restore her to life - I wish I had had a support group like that back then:)
ReplyDeletei thought about my time with anorexia and the veritable TEAM of people who worked to keep me off my nest....so thankful.
DeleteBroody Lyli thanks you for this reminder to not "cling to selfish and fruitless endeavors." This was timely for me.
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
Brooding seasons...just came out of one and so glad to be out of it!
ReplyDeleteA great word pictures that makes me want to get moving.
ReplyDeleteFondly,
Glenda
Ooh. I recognize myself in that picture. I know how to brood. :-( Thankfully the Lord usually kicks me out at some point and makes me get back to life.
ReplyDeleteI dont like the capital letters or limits of punctuation either
ReplyDeleteDelighted to meet you today. I hope you don't mind if I splash around a bit to get to know you. This looks like a refreshing place to dip onto goodness.
Splashin'
Sarah
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