I was hard pressed and was falling,
but the Lord helped me.
As I gazed out the kitchen window, I noticed a little bird perched near a hole in our bird house. My feathered friend peered into that hole several times, but didn’t enter. I wondered if he was debating whether or not to move in. I didn’t question his uncertainty because this bird house is a new addition to our backyard since the squirrels made a mess of the last one. The man who built this replica for us had added a few squirrel-deterrents which will hopefully keep it safe for the birds. Still, that little bird seemed wise not to jump into a questionable living situation.
A while later, I returned to the window to see if that bird persisted in his indecision. To my amazement, he was sitting in the bird house peeking out. I watched for several minutes as his head disappeared and reappeared over and over again. Apparently, he had found his new digs to be suitable after all.
Sometimes, I question new opportunities as well. I take a peek and investigate, but my feet remain planted where I am. I’m not as courageous as that little bird who took that leap of faith and found himself a new home. So it is that I look upward in my fear to find strength and courage. There I find our loving God who promises always to light the way.
Generous God, our lives are an amazing gift. Give me the courage to embrace every opportunity to make the most of my digs here until I occupy my perfect home with you.
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