There is a little bird that lives outside my front door. Every morning she greets me with a sweet song, and every evening she is the first thing I notice as I pull in the driveway to my house. I don’t know how long she has live there, for it is we who are new to the neighborhood. When we moved into the house, she was nesting in a bush, right outside the front door. Three little eggs were inside her nest, which she carefully protected and hid from view. The little eggs hatched, and the baby birds chirped and flapped their wings. Momma bird fed them and protected them…well as best as a bird can do. One night our cat discovered the nest, and did what cats do. The next morning the nest that the bird made was torn from the bush and laying on the walkway. It crushed me – in a way that only a parent can know. I was sad, not only for her and her loss, but for my loss as well. I presumed that momma bird would fly away from such an inhospitable place. I was pleasantly surprised the following morning to see her in her usual place, on top of the garage peek, singing away as sweetly as ever. The days to follow brought more of the same, and I understood that she did not have the capacity to be angry with us. She did not blame us for her loss. Her actions were not reliant upon ours.
This was a lesson given to me by God, delivered to me on the wings of an angel. God loves me no matter what I do and he will never leave or foresake me.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Birds of a feather
There is a little bird that lives outside my front door. Every morning she greets me with a sweet song, and every evening she is the first thing I notice as I pull in the driveway to my house. I don’t know how long she has live there, for it is we who are new to the neighborhood. When we moved into the house, she was nesting in a bush, right outside the front door. Three little eggs were inside her nest, which she carefully protected and hid from view. The little eggs hatched, and the baby birds chirped and flapped their wings. Momma bird fed them and protected them…well as best as a bird can do. One night our cat discovered the nest, and did what cats do. The next morning the nest that the bird made was torn from the bush and laying on the walkway. It crushed me – in a way that only a parent can know. I was sad, not only for her and her loss, but for my loss as well. I presumed that momma bird would fly away from such an inhospitable place. I was pleasantly surprised the following morning to see her in her usual place, on top of the garage peek, singing away as sweetly as ever. The days to follow brought more of the same, and I understood that she did not have the capacity to be angry with us. She did not blame us for her loss. Her actions were not reliant upon ours.
This was a lesson given to me by God, delivered to me on the wings of an angel. God loves me no matter what I do and he will never leave or foresake me.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Leaning Towards Love
Hello, Spirit of Love!
With you as my companion, I am never alone.
With you to guide me, I will always find the right path.
With you to feed me, I will never go hungry.
With you as my confidant, every choice I make cannot fail.
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