There they were.  At least they had their eyes on the same goal and were walking in the same direction.  But the drake?  He meandered back and forth, back and forth and left the beaten path for the grass.  The mama mallard?  She stayed on the walkway, followed the rules, made her way to the pond and managed to stay on the path even though the drake would go to and for and every which way. She was efficient in her steps and probably walked half the distance that the drake did. But, they both made it to the water’s edge and arrived at the same time to be able to quietly step into the water.

I love that the mama duck seemed unphased by the meandering and ‘wasted waddles’ of her companion.  She kept in step and kept her eyes on the prize, all the while walking alongside her mate.  She didn’t quack at or scold her companion, but then again, she didn’t follow that every wasted step. She quietly waddled her little self to the water’s edge and seemingly enjoyed her peaceful swim alongside her drake. (Key word:  PEACEful!)

Just a few thoughts on marriage which came from watching the meanderings of a pair of ducks at the water’s edge.

Blessings,

Heather

I Corinthians 13:4 “Love bears all things, hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things.  Love never ends.”