One of our sons loves duck hunting.
Although we sure enjoy eating the dark-meat delicacy, I admit part of me will be glad when the season is over so my sleep won’t be disturbed by him leaving the house by 4:30 most mornings. Funny how history repeats itself.
In his younger years, my husband was the one eager to rise before daylight and get to the blind. But the years have been like gravity, making it harder for him to spring from his warm bed on those cold, dark mornings.
Just as we can learn from history, I realize more and more that there are lessons all around us … just waiting to be discovered amid our daily life. God just waits for us to notice and to learn.
It is much like a treasure hunt. Seeking and watching for these lessons is a form of hunting I enjoy. And it’s never out of season!
One morning as I was in the bathroom getting ready, I heard my husband talking on the phone to someone about our son and duck hunting. I heard him say something about ducks flying off the refuge near Woods Reservoir and landing nearby on someone else’s land … out of safety … promptly to be preyed upon by any hunters lying in wait.
“Those dumb ducks,” he said, “if they’d just sit there on the refuge …” (Mic drop!)
Isn’t that just like us? We are often easily lured away from the straight and narrow … the refuge.
Sometimes it’s our own curiosity that leads us astray. Sometimes we become discontent, seeking new adventure. Sometimes we answer the tempting call of those hunters just right around the corner.
I don’t know about you, but I sure don’t want to be a dumb duck!
May we remember the promise in Psalm 46: “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” And may we not fly away from our refuge.
The Bible is full of references to God being our refuge. Here are a few (I especially like the last one with the feather analogy because it seems appropriate to this piece):
“He who fears the Lord has a secure fortress, and for his children it will be a refuge.” — Proverbs 14:26
“The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies.” — Psalm 18: 1-3
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.’ Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. … “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.” — Psalm 91
Gina Moore, a news-editorial journalism major, has operated Marketplace Consignment Sale for 25 years and has worked part-time at Treasures. She also enjoys country cooking, reading and writing about motherhood, life on the farm and how God’s love and lessons surround residents.