Devotion Magazine | A Devotional Christian Magazine for Females SPRING/SUMMER 2014 | Page 8

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sn’t that the truth? Our [feminine] emotions can
oftentimes feel like a humungous burden we are
forced to drag around; not because we cry at sad
movies and coo over chubby babies; certainly not
because our hearts can easily leap tall buildings
when that special boy smiles at us. Of course,
emotions do not feel at all burdensome when we
swap guarded secrets with our BFF for hours after
the rest of the house has turned in for the night—
no… those are actually the fun side of our delicate
hearts. What I’m referring to are the miserable
moments alone when we feel the pain of an offhanded comment, the heartbreak of a friend moving
away or the downpour of tears that come after
betrayal. Those very vulnerable minutes, hours or
days when our emotions feel like glass and we tiptoe
through life afraid our delicate hearts might shatter if
anyone even lifts an eyebrow in our direction. Those
feelings—the ones we want to hate, yet are woven
so intricately through our entire makeup—there’s no
way to ditch them.

I admit, on more than one occasion, I’ve lifted my
eyes to heaven and pondered, “Why would a loving
God create me to be such a messy, sniffling, hurting
creature?”
To answer that, I first had to realize that I’m a bit of a
chicken. When I say that, I’m really not implying that
I’m a cowardly, yellow-bellied, scaredy-cat. I’m
actually referring to the Old MacDonald’s farm
animal—the kind [that] hatched from an egg. The
ones that began life covered with the most fragile
piece of material we can imagine.
Eggshells.
Since its common knowledge that baby chicks spend
their pre-hatched life in the confines of this brittle
matter, I won’t bother to discuss the science behind
it. Yet, think about it… an eggshell?
The very same element that protects the gooey,
liquidy substance will one day become a fuzzywuzzy, cheeping chicklet, can be cracked, broken or
squashed with the slightest tap. Does that amaze
you?
[Moreover], why would God create the
protective covering of a precious baby chick to be so
fragile?
As I considered that idea, I realized that one day that
chick needs to be able to penetrate and escape the

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Credit: Baby Chicks-Graphic Stock, Bucket 139776682, Girl Sylerarts-95610601—Shutterstock, Eggshells-Jeannie Buondelmonte

Why do things hurt me so easily? Why do I
have to care? I wish I didn’t have to feel so
much… I’m just too fragile!