A flock of wild ducks were flying in formation, heading south for the winter. They formed a beautiful V in the sky, and were admired by everyone who saw them from below.

One day, Wally, one of the wild ducks in the formation, spotted something on the ground that caught his eye.  It was a barnyard with a flock of tame ducks who lived on the farm.  They were waddling around on the ground, quacking merrily and eating corn that was thrown on the ground for them every day.  Wally liked what he saw.  "It sure would be nice to have some of that corn," he thought to himself.  "And all this flying is very tiring.  I'd like to just waddle around for a while."

So after thinking it over a while, Wally left the formation of wild ducks, made a sharp dive to the left, and headed for the barnyard.  He landed among the tame ducks, and began to waddle around and quack merrily.  He also started eating corn.  The formation of wild ducks 
continued their journey south, but  Wally didn't care.  "I'll rejoin them when they come back north in a few months," he said to himself.

Several months went by and sure enough, Wally looked up and spotted 
the flock of wild ducks in formation, heading north. They looked beautiful up there.  And Wally was tired of the barnyard.  It was muddy and everywhere he waddled, nothing but duck doo. "It's time to leave," said Wally.

So Wally flapped his wings furiously and tried to get airborne.  But he had gained some weight from all his corn-eating, and he hadn't exercised his wings much either.  He finally got off the ground, but 
he was flying too low and slammed into the side of the barn.  He fell to the ground with a thud and said to himself, "Oh, well, I'll just wait until they fly south in a few months. Then I'll rejoin them and become a wild duck again."

But when the flock flew overhead once more, Wally again tried to lift himself out of the barnyard.  He simply didn't have the strength.  Every winter and every spring, he saw his wild duck friends flying overhead, and they would call out to him. But his attempts to leave 
were all in vain.

Eventually Wally no longer paid any attention to the wild ducks flying overhead.  He hardly even noticed them. He had, after all, become a barnyard duck.

Sometimes we get tired of being wild ducks-followers of Jesus Christ.  It's not always easy to be obedient to God and to discipline ourselves to hang in there for the long haul.  When we are feeling that way, that's when Satan tempts us to "fall out of formation" and to join the barnyard ducks - the world.

But look what happened to Wally. He thought he would just "check it out" for awhile and then leave when he wanted to.  But he couldn't do it.  Sin is like that.  Sin is a trap, and it has a way of changing us into people we don't even want to become.  Eventually we lose touch with who we really are--the sons and daughters of the Most High.  We 
become barnyard ducks.

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In His Mercies,
Becky