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Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Empty Nest


















The Empty Nest

Whose tired wings here used to rest,
upon this intricate, empty nest?
Too messy to be a robin’s bed,
perhaps cardinal lay here instead.

I can see a blue jay scolding here,
any predator that came too near;
yet I think he would build higher though,
to better see who come and go.

Maybe the musical mockingbird’s
fledglings’ notes here first occurred;
then when strong enough, they took wing,
left this nest and even now sing.

No speckled eggs or powder blue,
no feathers found to give a clue;
whose feathered wings from here once flew?
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Have you ever watched a bird build its nest? Watched them hop across the ground to gather twigs, leaves, mud, even bits of trash for that purpose? My mother once noticed a wren gathering bits of hair she had thrown out after cutting my father’s hair. After that day, she placed all haircut trimmings in a plastic bag and hung it outside for them to collect. One brave little wren got carried away though and one day landed on Mom’s head and began tugging away at the hair still attached. We still laugh about that to this day. They are amazing, these winged-weavers of creation!

All birds and their nest have some things in common; and yet, at the same time each is unique in their own way. Sounds a lot like people doesn’t it…the same, but different? Consider this, if a little bird can take broken bits and pieces of discarded “nothing” and tuck and weave it together to create a home, a place to take shelter, a place to lay eggs and raise their young; how much more can the Creator of those creatures, the Lord of our own lives, take our broken pieces and weave something wonderful from them?

Next time you see a bird’s nest, think of the work a tiny creature put into creating it and take hope. Just as they wove broken pieces into something beautiful, God is still weaving His astounding work in you!
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 Wonderful Weaver of my life, thank You for taking all the bits and pieces that make up me and creating something new and beautiful for Your glory and my good. My life, I trust in Your hands. You are my Creator and I give myself to You. In Jesus name I pray. ~ Amen





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