I am watching a baby bird who has either been kicked out of the nest or has fallen out. Either way it is learning to fly…but for now it is “grounded.”
Mama and Papa Bird are hopping madly around the branches and chirping at the little one… Baby stretches a wing out every once in awhile; but mostly it just hops around exploring.
How crazy! This bird has only known the nest, and here it is realizing how much more there is to its world… my whole… backyard.
Baby is curious-hopping onto the bricks, onto the kids’ toys-interested in everything.
That it will one day fly high above the earth coming to realize how limited my backyard truly is… but for now it is captivated by this tiny patch of grass. How amazing that this bird will soon soar to great heights.
What a difference it is to go from resting in the nest to soaring in the clouds! It would be so sad to only know the nest. Not because anything’s wrong with the nest- but until the bird experiences the world with all of its adventures and all of its mishaps and terrors, he cannot truly appreciate the comforts of his place of rest.
But oh the thrill it is when the little bird catches the wind beneath its feathers and begins to glide up and over the earth! Would it ever be content to live only in the nest? Never spreading wings- never experiencing the joy of doing what its Maker designed it to do.
The parents went into neighboring trees a few minutes ago… out of sight but you can hear their distant chirps of encouragement.
See yourself in that little bird. Are you grounded- caught up in the backyard and all its small wonders or just hopping around too fearful to fly? Maybe you’ve not made it out of the nest yet? It’s time to try greater things. It’s time to stretch out wings and allow the Holy Spirit to ruffle them and fill them with Wind. You can soar. You can experience the adventure that is God’s Will. It’s not safe, just as it’s not safe for that young bird. But to embrace the fulness you were made to live you’re going to need to leave that comfortable nest…And from a neighboring tree I can just make out Papa’s call- “Come fly with me.”
Written by Amanda
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