An Analogy of What God Did for Me

An Analogy of What God Did for Me

Recently, my smallest hen, Little Mutton, became too solitary, dosing way too often in the hen yard. She acted fine physically, ran well, and seemed lively when I woke her from her sleep. But, something wasn’t right.

After keeping my eye on her for a few days, the morning came when she didn’t venture out to the pasture. I hurried up to the hen house where I cleaned out the bedding daily, expecting to find her dead. Instead, I found her inside sill on her roost. I grabbed her and took her outside. Since the other hens had been plucking up bugs and worms for several hours, I knew she must be thirsty and hungry. I carried her to the water and forced her to drink. She fought me at first, but then drank eagerly.

It dawned on me that I hadn’t seen her eating at the grain bin lately. I threw feed on the ground and pushed her beak to it. She ate it with vigor. What could be wrong with my favorite little hen?

I repeated the same routine with her for two more days, taking her off her roost, making her drink and eat. On the second day, I stared down at her. Bending to pick her up, she ran from me and boom, she hit the fence. What?

A thought came to me I hated to admit, and my heart accelerated. Little Mutton was blind. One eye had gradually taken on a different color. Once hazel, the right eye was now gray. Feeling sad for her, I vowed to make sure her area had plenty of grain on the ground at all times.

As I lovingly cared for my blind bird, I saw the similarity of what God did for me when my son died by suicide. Shocked and blinded by grief, I stumbled through my minutes and hours, numb and in need of direction. God walked next to me and never left my side. He prompted me to read His Word much more often, my food and drink for my spirit.


God walked next to me


Just like Little Mutton, I was frozen on the spot unable to move forward, until God took me by the hand and showed me His way.

Just as I began to take care of Little Mutton so she wouldn’t die, so, also, the Lord did this for my spiritual needs.

God filled my shattered soul with Himself so that I would want to live. I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. Psalm 118:17 KJV

Nowadays, if I’m a little late to retrieve Little Mutton off her roost, she hears me coming and is down and headed for the hen house door by the time I get there. And now, also, after eleven years, I’ve learned how to hear and trust my Savior.

I can now rest in God’s great love for me.


My Lord and my God, thank You for loving me through the worst time of my life. In Jesus’s holy name, I’m grateful. Amen.





Jean Ann Williams About Jean Ann Williams

Jean Ann Williams lives in Southern Oregon with her husband Jim. Although one of their children has passed on to the Great Beyond, their two remaining children have blessed them with thirteen grandchildren, their Baker’s Dozen. Jean Ann keeps up two blogs: the first is about the writing life Jean Ann Williams: Author, and Love Truth where she writes of how God continues to encourage and bless her after her son’s suicide in 2004.


  1. Cherie, I really like the photos that you added. Thank you!

  2. Kristin Bunting Kristin Bunting says:

    Jean, this is absolutely beautiful. “Out of the heart the mouth speaks,” is truly what we see here. May God continue to use every drop of your suffering for His glory as you write and live your life for Him. Thinking and praying for you today!

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