when i was a baby bird, i chose to fly

even city birds know they can find food and a place to rest

“Look at the birds” – it’s a phrase I often hear in my being. These words are a reminder for me to take my eyes off myself, to notice the attitude and conduct of my feathered friends. Have you noticed how birds never seem to have bad days? I do, but they don’t.

I was thinking back on a walk with some of our grands last spring. The leaves hadn’t engulfed the trees quite yet. When things are bare, things are visible.

One of our granddaughters noticed a bird nest in the bare branches. She said, very matter of factly, “When I’m a baby bird I can live there.”

These are the simple words of an imaginative little girl.

She went on to find different sized nests for her big brother and baby sister; each with the same explanation: “When brother is a baby bird he can live there. When sister is a baby bird she can live there.”

when I’m a baby bird, will I choose to fly?

it’s the nature of baby bird, you know, but he likes the feathery warmth of the nest,

the security of being mouth-fed a worm

baby bird is curious, though, watching each time mother bird uses wings to fly

so, baby bird chooses longing to fly over the fear associated with getting out of the nest

when I’m a baby bird, I will choose to fly!

Here’s the bottom line, when I look at the birds my disquieted anxiety starts to blow into thin air. These creatures give me a unique look at the One who spoke it all into existence.

…If he looks after them, of course He will look after you.

Matthew 6:26

I am a baby bird –

Missy

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