Waiting for the snow to melt, I looked out the front window this morning. I saw a bird fly by. He did not glide or graciously turn. He dipped and ebbed as if he was catching his breath. (Like I do when I try to sing along with a great songstress lol). He was weary. It was if I was reading his mind. (bird brain lol) It seemed as if he was looking for a good place to land. I connected with that bird somehow. Some times, some seasons, we find ourselves in the “in between” place. In that distance, called time between the problem to the promise.
That bird did not fall in the snow and lie on his back waiting for some “cat” to give him a ride. (Okay, some call it Cabin fever. lol) Every stroke of his wing obeys the internal guidance system that sustains him all the days of his short life.
And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear (reverence God, honor God, esteem God) him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father (God’s permission, consent). But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.__ Matthew 10:28-30 (annotated)
His Father is my Father. (see” Our Father”) That little brown bird was born with information that so many humans are waiting to discover. And even to those that know it in their heads (Believers) often struggle to feel it in their hearts: “ GOD LOVES ME! And because God loves me, GOD TAKES CARE OF ME! “