I told you about the “Eagle Cam” earlier and while it is a really neat thing, it has also been hard for me to watch.
When we started watching right before Christmas, there were two eggs in the nest. Mama and Daddy Eagle would take turns sitting on the nest and every once in a a while we would get a glance at the two eggs. Someone at my house always thought they saw a crack in one of the eggs and were so eager to see a little eaglet (yes, that is a word) pop it’s head out.
And we got to see the first eaglet, but days kept passing the second egg never hatched.
Now, please do not going to tell my high school biology teacher this, but I did not realize that there were sometimes eggs that did not hatch.
A few days ago, the other egg in this eagle’s nest was deemed, “Not Viable with Life.”
I did not like the sound of this at all.
Because these eagle parents had been doing everything they were supposed to be doing. The mommy and the daddy were sitting on their eggs just like God designed them to do.
And they deserved to get two birds, right?
I wondered how the mother eagle felt about her not viable egg. Was she upset about the egg that would never hatch? Would she get angry? Could birds really get angry? Would she bury her egg? (I read recently that she did bury her egg…how interesting…how did she know to do that?)
For this mother and father eagle to only get one baby from their two eggs seemed so unfair to me. They were doing what they were supposed to do. Isn’t life supposed to consist of doing right to end up with the right results?
Unfortunately, life is not a mathematical equation that we can put this plus this together and get the same answer every time. Life is just not like that.
And that is okay.
I am going to say that again: It is okay. Sometimes what we think is best and what we want are not viable options.
(Now take a deep breath)
I was talking with a good friend recently about how out lives had not turned out like we had planned for them to. I never planned to bury a son and she never planned to give her daughter chemotherapy. And if God had let us choose, we would have politely said, “No, Thank You.”
Okay, we might have yelled through fearful tears, “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
And yet, we have both been through “waters” that we did not want to chart. And coming out on the other side we both are so thankful not only that God has walked (and carried) us through these times, but that He has been gracious enough to allow us to use these difficult times to grow us closer to Him, for His glory. What may have been important to us before these proverbial valleys is no longer as important. Most things we thought we “knew,” we now realize how foolish we were…Life is so short and so amazing and who am I to think I ever have anything figured out.
The more I think I know, the more God shows me His sovereignty and His goodness and grace towards me…in spite of myself. And I am ever so grateful.
Grateful for the mountain top experiences and for the valleys.
Grateful for His provision.
Grateful for His protection.
And I am most grateful to realize that I know nothing. I am nothing…without my Lord and Savior.
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9