Duck, duck, duck... GO.

A few days ago I had a Dr.'s appointment before work. I didn't have a chance to have breakfast so after my appointment I stopped at a deli for a breakfast sandwich (you know, Fired eggs, ham, cheese on a bun.) Anyway, there is a small stream near where the deli is located. After I crossed the stream and was headed for the driveway there was group of ducks crossing the road. (I know that a group of geese is a gaggle, and a group of fish is a school, but what is a group of ducks?) So I'm waiting for the ducks to cross the in front of me - there must have been about 10 of them. The third one from the end suddenly stopped and looked behind at the rest of the ducks crossing - as if to say, "hurry up..." The last few waddled a little bit faster, but all the while the one that stopped never took their eyes off the back of the pack. It (she or he) has making sure that they all made it across safely. Those ducks made it across the street and into the stream to swim another day!

I don't know why that was so profound to me, but it struck me in a way that made me think about all the care givers in my life. The people who made sure I always made it across the street safely, or even made it through life safely. I am grateful for their protective "wings" and watchful eye. I also thought about the "ducks" coming up behind me. I hope I stop and make sure they make it across (life) safely. These are precious creations of our Heavenly Father and we have stewardship over their care.

I am always thankful that Heavenly Father gives me all these "moments" to stop and observe special moments in my life - or even the lives of those precious beings all around me. I'm glad I was a part of that little moment in those ducks lives. I'm also glad I was going slow enough to stop and watch that caring moment.

I got my breakfast and made it to work that day a better person for having saved the life of a duck or two.