This morning as I was gazing out the window, I saw my angel birds in the backyard. I call them angel birds because they show up every time I begin to feel frustrated, inadequate, or insecure. They are so tiny, only about half the size of a sparrow. Papa always knows when to send them.
I watched the two of them hop around, fly around, and play with one another for several minutes. They pecked around the cracks in the bird feeder and ate the bird seed that Wanda had put out for them. That’s when Papa once again reminded me that His eye was on the sparrow (angel birds), and I knew He was watching me.
If Papa God creates, cares for, and maintains angel birds who serve no life-changing, eternal purpose, how do I get off thinking that He cannot care for and maintain 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, through, and for me when I rest in Him.
It’s 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.
You think about that…
Blessings,
Kenny
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