“Duck, duck, duck…”
Her back rigid, the little blond girl stared straight ahead, lips stretched thin. Each time It came near, her eyes shone with hope. Each time the tap came with a duck, her head dropped a little further. Would she ever get to be goose?
Do you remember the game Duck, Duck, Goose from your childhood?
I remember being the one sitting, waiting to be picked. It’s an unhappy feeling, waiting and wondering as the other kids get to chase, laughing around the circle, and be It.
Have you waited patiently for a dream to come to fruition? Do you watch while your friends achieve their goals and get the brass ring?
It’s hard to be in that position when others around you are being chosen.
They gleefully post Facebook and Instagram pictures of all the fun things happening in their lives. And you get tagged duck again.
Life is like a giant game of Duck, Duck, Goose. All of us sitting in a circle, waiting and hoping. It can be disheartening. Like the little blond girl, our hearts break a little more each time we don’t get to goose.
If you have a dream in your heart, chances are it has been with you for a long time. God has given you dreams, but they don’t just happen despite what the Facebook and Instagram posts may suggest. If God has given you that story, then He has a plan for it, and He will bring it to fruition in due time. If He’s given you the story, He has a goose in your future.
Waiting is hard.
We all know that. Remember the feelings of being chosen last as a kid in a game? I guess there are some people out there who have never experienced that, but I have, and it hurts. It’s the same with adults as other people get to their goals before we do.
I encourage you to persevere. Even when the journey is challenging, you’ve heard many ducks, and are still waiting for the goose. Keep living, praying, and trusting God has a plan for your story.
That little blond girl never gave up hope. I could see it in her eyes, the agony of not being chosen mixed with hope that this time might be her time. And finally, it was.
Goose!
Then she jumped up to chase It with her whole heart. A huge smile spread across her face at finally being the one chosen.
Don’t give up. Keep the faith. Your goose is coming!
Let’s chat: Are there dreams that you’re tempted to give up on?
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I was always second last chosen, even if one of my best friends was picking the teammates. The last one chosen came from an extremely poor family who did not have indoor plumbing. Baths for her were few and far between. I always felt sad for myself, but in adulthood, I wonder how much worse she must have felt.
I was always picked last! This blog is based on a true story that happened when I was teaching 2nd grade Pioneer Clubs at church. As I watched the little blonde girl, I relived all those moments of being chosen last. I still vividly remembering the joy on her face when she was chosen as goose!
Love this Your goose is coming!
This was a fun post to write!