Tending the Nest
Before we left on our trip a momma bird had decided to build a nest on our decorative shelf by the front door. I'm sure what seemed a good idea at night while no one was coming and going soured once day broke and we began passing by her nest on a regular basis. So she left her nest in fear of intruders and today, sixteen days later, the two little eggs did not smell too good. While standing on a chair to clean off the nest debris and abandoned eggs, I noticed a baby chick huddled behind a pillar on our porch. It chirped several times calling for its momma. My heart hurt for the little fellow who now was sure to die. "Lord, you know I can't leave this be, but my track record with saving these little guys is not great, what should I do?"
I search the yard for empty nests and found none. On my way back inside, I decided to take one more look around and behold a tiny nest was perched inside our Cyprus tree. It looked like a hummingbird nest, and he didn't seem to be a hummingbird chick at least by what I saw chasing him around in the gravel to try to catch him. But God knows His kids, or chicks in this case, and what is best for each. So I carefully put him into the nest and he proceeded to fly (more like run) from the coop and drop to the ground. Again I snagged him up and set him in the nest, leaving my hand over it until he got a grip on himself. Sure enough, he snuggled in and got cozy.
Is it his home? Will he survive? I do not know, only God knows. So Lord what was I supposed to learn through this feathered feat? Partly, it makes me think that if we don't tend our nests, or homes in human cases, our eggs when left abandoned will rot and not thrive and our babies left to their own devices will "fly the coop" too early and be unprotected from predators. Since I don't have children at home, I'm thinking the other part of this lesson is that I can still come along side the little ones in my life, whether grandchildren or friends' children, and be the hand of God here on earth that picks them up and scoots them back toward their nests with encouragement and compassion.
I search the yard for empty nests and found none. On my way back inside, I decided to take one more look around and behold a tiny nest was perched inside our Cyprus tree. It looked like a hummingbird nest, and he didn't seem to be a hummingbird chick at least by what I saw chasing him around in the gravel to try to catch him. But God knows His kids, or chicks in this case, and what is best for each. So I carefully put him into the nest and he proceeded to fly (more like run) from the coop and drop to the ground. Again I snagged him up and set him in the nest, leaving my hand over it until he got a grip on himself. Sure enough, he snuggled in and got cozy.
Is it his home? Will he survive? I do not know, only God knows. So Lord what was I supposed to learn through this feathered feat? Partly, it makes me think that if we don't tend our nests, or homes in human cases, our eggs when left abandoned will rot and not thrive and our babies left to their own devices will "fly the coop" too early and be unprotected from predators. Since I don't have children at home, I'm thinking the other part of this lesson is that I can still come along side the little ones in my life, whether grandchildren or friends' children, and be the hand of God here on earth that picks them up and scoots them back toward their nests with encouragement and compassion.
Psalm 91:4
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
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