“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?” Matthew 6:26
It’s an overcast but lovely day here in the picture province of the Maritimes. The rustling leaves have finally found a resting place in the grasslands and wooded areas around our home, and it’s almost like we are on “pause”… waiting for the inevitable… that is sure to come.
But, today, it’s a nice day! Lunchtime, and the elegant, New Brunswick provincial bird, the Black-capped Chickadee, is busy in my backyard kicking and chirping up quite a ruckus; reminding me the feeder is empty… again. I watch with interest as each bird flutters around the feeder, stirring up a string of protests, that “all is not well”. Never mind that the feeder was nearly half-full at breakfast time… now it is empty and “we” aren’t happy about it!
Strolling into the backyard with a generous bag of black oil sunflower seeds under one arm, I approach the feeder with a gentle smile on my face. The chickadees seem undaunted by my presence at their feeder, and flutter around my head as I set the bag of goodness on the ground. Scooping my hand deep down into the bag, I retrieve a handful of nourishment. Standing motionless by the feeder with a purposeful hand outstretched towards the sky, I watch in amazement…
Then it happens! Flutter, flutter, chirp, chirp… and as quick as that… a small chickadee wraps his tiny little feet delicately around my pinky finger while at the same time plucks a seed from my hand… handfuls of purpose (Ruth 2:16)… Others join in. The scene repeats itself over and over again, as I stand motionless in amazement. Words cannot describe the gentle clutch of their tiny feet on my fingers. I watch these beautiful song birds feed from my hand.
Realizing I can’t stand there all afternoon, I fill the bird feeder and saunter back over the patio into the house. Never before have the birds trusted me enough to feed from my hand… and yet I now believe there will be more times like this in the future.It’s quite a thing to be trusted by such a small creature. Yet, it is probably a greater moment to actually trust the open hand of one who is much bigger. Then it hit me! How much our God in heaven wants us to simply trust Him. “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me”.
So that’s it. Trust Him, and rest beneath His wings. He desires to feel you feeding from His hand in an act of complete and simple trust.
Sing it as you go about your day… “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me…” (Matthew 10:29)
Post by: Dan Robins, NBBI Business Manager