My Angel Birds

I didn’t sleep at all last night. I tossed and turned. This way and that. My mind kept racing over the prospects of getting this book finished. I kept thinking of all that had to be done, and all the things I had to do. Finally, I gave up and got up around 3 a.m. I wrote the introduction for the book. No sense wasting the time, right?

Then this morning as I took Snuggles out, I saw my angel birds on the patio. I call them angel birds because they show up every time I begin to feel frustrated, inadequate, or insecure. They are so tiny. About half the size of a sparrow. Father always knows when to send them.

I watched the two of them hop around, fly around and play with one another. Then they pecked around the cracks in the patio and ate the bird seed that Wanda had put out for them. That’s when Father once again reminded me that His eye was on the sparrow (angel birds), and I knew He was watching me.

If Father God creates, cares for, and sustains angel birds who serve no life-changing, eternal purpose, how do I get off thinking that He cannot care for and sustain me, His ultimate creation?

On second thought, maybe the angel birds do have an eternal purpose. They bring me back in touch with the Source of my strength, my identity, and my destiny. Every time I see them, I am reminded of Father’s great love for me. My fears subside. My frustrations are frustrated. My soul rests. And He works in me while I rest in Him.

Strange how two little creatures no bigger than a golf ball can reveal Heaven’s glory just by hopping around eating bird seed. Makes me wonder what He could do with me if I trusted Him as much as they do.

Selah! That’s King James for “You think about that!”