Candidly speaking, birds like me more than I like them. There. I’ve said it.
Maybe I should really say that they like my things more than I like them occupying my things.
I used to think that birds were ultra cool. My dad has always had a fascination with them. His Aunt Sarah did too. Part of the reason that my dad has the career that he does, flying folks around, is because of birds. They flit and fly and well, you know what birds do.
Nevertheless, I always regarded birds as those things that never stood still long enough for me to really study them. You know what I mean. They fly away right when they catch your eye. Carefree, floating on a breeze.
One year, a bird build her nest on my front porch. I thought it was cool to be able to observe the whole egg hatching process so closely. But what I originally thought would be fascinating quickly turned into a chore. In two words, I’ll say “bird poop” and you can figure out the rest.
So, imagine my surprise when I found, just this year, a bird hanging out in my outdoor dryer vent. Really? C’mon Mr/Mrs. Bird. That could not have looked like a good place to be. Nevertheless, I called my dad to “rescue” my dryer vent from the bird drama before there was an opportunity for those “two words” to be streaming down the side of my house…again.
I found myself all clear with the birds until last week. Here is what I saw…
…isn’t she gorgeous?!
My non-bird-loving-self just adores THIS bird. There she is just perched up on the straw that she’s collected from somewhere. Hanging out. Peaceful.
And then it struck me. How many times do we say that we don’t like something and then out of the blue, God gives us an opportunity to appreciate it. It’s all His work. All His creation. And all for His glory.
So, hopefully, this tree will provide some comfort to its new tenant. And maybe just maybe, I’ll get to see one of her offspring soon. God cares about all of His creations. We should too.
Last week, my church was in revival. I always look forward to this time of year in the life of our church. We have guest speakers who will come in and impart the Word of God to us in their own unique way. This year, we had three speakers over four nights to share with us and as a result, I’m feeling more revived!
I don’t know if you can measure a revival’s real benefit collectively, but I can speak personally. My personal benefit can be summarized like this: I feel good. I feel strong.
This is not to say that I was feeling “weak” but I DID have some random things that were starting to weight on my soul. Now, I feel lighter. Like my soul can breathe. Isn’t that something? I praise God for that. He knew what I was wrestling with and then sent a revivalist to show me the right way to permanently rid myself of that weight. God is good. All the time. And when we look up from our circumstances, taking our eyes off of ourselves, we’ll see His goodness.
I won’t soon forget this revival. It was right on time. Even thought I didn’t realize that until I got my liberty. Wow God. Thank You for loving me like that!