There was once a duck that laid her eggs near a riverside. The eggs which were six in number started hatching one by one. Out of five came beautiful ducklings and they swam with their mother. Lastly the sixth egg hatched and out came an ugly duckling. It clumsily followed the duck and her five chicks.
The chicks turned around to see the ugly duckling and grimaced. She was black and white and scraggly. The ugly duckling was hurt by their expression. Soon she fell out of their company. The mistreated bird saw her own reflection in the water and hated herself. It waddled to the bank and climbed up. Some sparrows feeding there took flight at his approach, as sparrows would. The duckling thought, “It’s because I’m so ugly.”
Soon it was winter and she was freezing in the ice. A peasant saw her and took her home. She thought, “It is impossible for anybody to love me. I must escape.” While trying to run away she upset the milk jar and scattered the flour. A dog barked and a child chased her to get her back. But she thought it was because they hated her.
The ugly duckling then met a hen. “Oh, I can’t cluck like her. I am no good at anything,” she said. Then she saw a cat and thought, “I can’t purr too. I don’t seem to do anything right.” Now spring was beginning to explode. The hillside was bursting forth with colour.
At some strange sound in the sky the ugly duckling looked up. It was a fleet of swans. One, two, three, four, five, six in all. They gracefully flew over her head and landed in the pond. They looked at her and seemed to invite her. She waddled to the pond and looked at them and her reflection in the water. What did she see there? A beautiful swan! She had grown into a beautiful, lovely, white swan. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She swam and joined the swans!
All of us at some point of time in life feel, “I am no good.” We fall into the ruinous habit of measuring ourselves by someone else’s yardstick. Remember, God is making us. We are growing beautiful feathers and one day we will no more be ugly ducklings but beautiful swans!
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
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There was once a duck that laid her eggs near a riverside. The eggs which were six in number started hatching one by one. Out of five came beautiful ducklings and they swam with their mother. Lastly the sixth egg hatched and out came an ugly duckling. It clumsily followed the duck and her five chicks.
The chicks turned around to see the ugly duckling and grimaced. She was black and white and scraggly. The ugly duckling was hurt by their expression. Soon she fell out of their company. The mistreated bird saw her own reflection in the water and hated herself. It waddled to the bank and climbed up. Some sparrows feeding there took flight at his approach, as sparrows would. The duckling thought, “It’s because I’m so ugly.”
Soon it was winter and she was freezing in the ice. A peasant saw her and took her home. She thought, “It is impossible for anybody to love me. I must escape.” While trying to run away she upset the milk jar and scattered the flour. A dog barked and a child chased her to get her back. But she thought it was because they hated her.
The ugly duckling then met a hen. “Oh, I can’t cluck like her. I am no good at anything,” she said. Then she saw a cat and thought, “I can’t purr too. I don’t seem to do anything right.” Now spring was beginning to explode. The hillside was bursting forth with colour.
At some strange sound in the sky the ugly duckling looked up. It was a fleet of swans. One, two, three, four, five, six in all. They gracefully flew over her head and landed in the pond. They looked at her and seemed to invite her. She waddled to the pond and looked at them and her reflection in the water. What did she see there? A beautiful swan! She had grown into a beautiful, lovely, white swan. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She swam and joined the swans!
All of us at some point of time in life feel, “I am no good.” We fall into the ruinous habit of measuring ourselves by someone else’s yardstick. Remember, God is making us. We are growing beautiful feathers and one day we will no more be ugly ducklings but beautiful swans!
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, Mob:8806270699
blc@bymonline.org