Mama, Please Get Your Baby…
It seems that it is now a continuing romance between us and the Mockingbirds that live in the tree that resides on our front yard. The other evening as the Coach and I were returning home from a long day of activities, we were confronted by the sound of rustling in our outside garbage can. My brave husband took a look inside and saw that a bird had flown or fallen in since we had left it uncovered. I followed up his analysis with my own and learned that it was a baby bird that resembled “Cranky Bird” the Mockingbird that likes to sit itself on the roof and look into our kitchen bay window as I work.
At that point, we proceeded to go into the house and retire for the evening. I got a second wind, and decided to take a walk to clear my head and go over the day’s events. Before I began my workout, I decided to look again in the can and noticed that the baby bird was still there. See, a solid half hour had passed since we had first noticed it. Taking it upon myself I decided to help it in its escape. I tilted the can until it was able to drop itself onto our driveway. At that exact moment I knew it was clear, I heard another cry from above my head. It was Cranky Bird, whom I suppose now is its mother. I looked up at her and said… “Mama, please get your baby”, shook my head, smiled and continued on my way. Upon my return, I could not find either of them. I assumed that Cranky Bird had taken my advice and had gotten her baby.
The moral of this story for me is we all need a little help sometimes to get out of the messes we create for ourselves. However, God is always just within ear shot, like Cranky Bird was with her child listening, watching and protecting us. I do believe that if I had done anything to hurt that baby bird or seemed a threat to it, I would have received something other than a thank you chirp from Cranky Bird.
Meditation Scripture: Psalm 91
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