The nest

Birds have been flying back to the nest lately. Landing gently, with wings full grown, they linger for some days. Three little birds are in this nest yet. Their feathers are growing in. Quite soon, they will be taking little practice flights. At times, they may fall to the leafy cushion below. A mama and a papá bird are in the nest too, each with a broken wing. And so, the roles mix, as one who has strength brings the worms for the day. It is not known where the worms will come from; yet day by day there is enough for each open beak. A mother  bird flies out to feather the nest as her wing strengthens. There is goodness here, in the coming and the going. There is rest. There is love. Grown and young, big and small, give and receive…

Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?


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