Sunday, March 3, 2013

Little Chick's First House

Little Chick was just beginning to feel that mysterious, lovely thing called Life stirring in her warm, soft little body.  She was very cramped and wanted very much to stretch her legs, but there wasn't room.  In fact, she was just beginning to feel that her house was too small for her.  She squirmed and squirmed and it seemed the more she did this the smaller her house felt.

The little house in which she lived was a soft, creamy white.  At one end there was an airy room where she tried to keep her head most of the time.  It seemed that she could breathe better here then any other place in her house.  Another thing she liked about her house was that it was always so nice and warm.  Indeed, she was very cozy, but not quite satisfied.  She couldn't imagine why she was discontented all of a sudden.

As Little Chick began to wiggle and squirm, she discovered that the walls of her house were not very stron.  She noticed, too, that where her mouth-which was harder than the rest of her body-hit the wall, it began to give way and small cracks appeared.  She set to work at once and pecked hard at the cracks.  Oh if she weren't so crowded, she could make better progress!

Once, when she was tired and stopped to rest a bit, she heard a voice.  Of course she didn't know it was a voice, but she liked it and found that the sound made her more eager than ever to break through the walls of her tiny house.  It seemed she just couldn't wait a moment longer to find out about the voice.  She pecked harder then ever.  Again she heard the sweet sound.

"Oh, see this one is beginning to open!"

When Little Chick heard the voice again, she opened her mouth and to her surprise, she found she too could make a sound.

"Cheep, cheep,"  she cried weakly.  Then stronger, "Cheep, cheep, cheep."

"Oh,"  said the voice on the outside, "hold your ear close to this white egg and you can hear Little Chick answering us."  The voice belonged to Jean and she spoke to her little cousin Jo Ann who was visiting her from the city.

"Do you think she can really hear us and is trying to talk to us?"  asked Jo Ann in an awed whisper.

"Sure she can, and by this afternoon she will be out and we can hold her in our hands...and she can talk all she wants to."

"I can hardly wait to see if Brownie will get some baby chicks for me from those brown eggs.  It has been so long."  Jo Ann sighed as he remembered the past three weeks she had watched her Brownie Hen sitting so patiently.

"You won't have much longer to wait, honey.  You remember we put Princess White Feather to set on the white eggs a whole day before we gave Brownie her eggs.  Probably tomorrow you will hear voices under Brownie."

The voices died away and Little Chick was so tired, she fell asleep and slept nearly all afternoon.  When she awoke, she remembered the cracks in her house and suddenly she pushed hard with her head.  Then she pushed with all her might with her feet.  And what do you suppose happened?  Her house broke right in two!

She cried, "Cheep, cheep!"  with all the strength that she had left.  She stretched her little legs out and it was so good to be able to do that.  She opened first one eye, then the other trying to see where she was.  Something soft and fuzzy covered her and she was very happy again.

It wasn't long until there were a number of broken white houses and Little Chick was happier then ever.

One warm sunny day, her mother, Princess White Feather, got up and stretched her long legs and walked right into the sunshine.  She made soft little clucking sounds and Little Chick and all the other little baby chicks knew she wanted them to follow her.  Brownie and her family soon joined them and they were the happiest little chicks in all the world.

Little Chick didn't even glance back at the many broken houses they left in the nest.  She was so happy now and glad that she had broken that first little house so she could live in this big, bright, beautiful, and wonderful world.

"In my Father's house are many mansions;  if it were not so, I would have told you;  for I go to prepare a place for you.  And if I go to prepare a place for you, I come again, and will receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."  John 14:2-3

It is hard to talk about Heaven.  Not because we don't want to go there, but it makes us sad to think about leaving Earth and all the wonderful things that we have come to know and love.  But, God tells us that Heaven is going to be even more wonderful!

Little Chick was so happy in her new home, that she completely forgot about the broken house that she had left.  The same will be for you and I when we reach our Heavenly home.  We will forget all about our broken bodies and lives because we will be with Jesus!

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