Let’s begin with who we are right now—and forget the rest.
I shuffle in my seat, chatting a little with a friend next to me, and then glance up and realize Rachel is teaching today. A small smile begins to spread on my face. It’s Rachel’s turn to teach the women’s class at my church again, and I instantly feel glad to be there.
She stands at the front of the room in her cute box-pleated dress and shoulder-length, strawberry-blonde hair. You’d never know she is only 19 years old. Wise beyond her years—which is what makes me so fondly intrigued by her.
Rachel always has a good story to share, and today is no exception. With an innate love for animals, her story is not surprising, yet completely striking all at the same time.
She tells us of her chicken Una. Una was born missing one leg. I don’t know much about chickens, but I would assume that many people who raise chickens might not appreciate one lacking a limb. But not Rachel. She found beauty in this little chick from day one, and she loved and nurtured it to full health.
She said this of Una:
“Una is doing very well. Most chickens don’t use their wings, but Una has learned that her wings are there, and she’s learning to use them to get around. She uses her wings more than any chicken I have ever seen.”
This story hit me hard. I couldn’t help but think that maybe we’re all a little like Una.
We feel like we’re lacking in one way or another—that there’s something defective about us.
But what if we have strengths that we simply can’t see, but they are there and they carry us through? Maybe if we stop looking at our imperfections, our wings will show themselves. Maybe we’re a little more whole than we think…