We have two different types of chickens. I don’t know what they are called, all I know is that they both produce eggs. One is big, the other is small. One makes little white eggs, the other makes large brown eggs.
Our little hen named Shell (after Grandma Shelley Norman) has been a great mommy and loves to sit on her eggs and protect her baby chicks.
Shell already hatched one clutch of eggs and was on to her second. This clutch was much larger than the first. She started sitting on 9 eggs. In the meantime, a large hen laid 2 more large brown eggs in the same nest. Shell took them in and accepted them.
21 days later Shell hatched 9 chicks, and one was from a large brown egg. From the start, this chick looked different. We explained to the kids that this chick had a different mother, but Shell adopted it. Immediately the kids named it ET (abbreviated for Ethiopia).
ET had a rough start. The other chicks would run around with Shell, and ET just could not keep up with the other chicks. He was bigger, fatter and had little wobbly legs. In order to keep him alive, we locked up Shell and the chicks so that he could have a few days to get his act together and gain some strength.
After another day, he seemed faster and was able to run around. Although we often found him sitting down resting while the little chicks ran around.
Within a few days, Shell found someone else’s eggs to sit on and she left the chicks to themselves at night. The little chicks began to try to jump up to her high nest, but could not reach the top nest, just the low nest. Chubby ET could not even get to the nest. He could not make the short jump. Abbi found him and began to cry that he didn’t have anyone to cuddle with. So we made him a little step and then we was able to rejoin the others.
A few more days pass and we find that the little chicks are now flying up higher and can cuddle back in with Shell in the high nest. Except, of course, chubby little ET. I started to think about poor ET’s life and how he has already drawn the short stick in life. My new nightly routine is to go out when it’s dark and pick up little ET and put him back in his nest with his adopted family.
A few nights ago as I lifted up ET and took a moment to hold him, I was reminded of the amazing way that God adopted each of us. I’m so thankful that God took us in by the precious blood of His Son, Jesus Christ. He lifted us up when we didn’t deserve it. He brought us into His family. He accepted us as His own children, even when we were not faithful to Him.
We have a Father that wants to lavish His love on us, He protects and provides. He lifts us up when we are feeling insecure or lonely. He’s a good Father. This Christmas season I’m thankful for a God who would send His Son to gain us into His family.