Two Nests
I’m sad today. And I’m angry. For the second time in two weeks a mama hummingbird has abandoned her nest and the babies have died; two nests in two weeks. Just yesterday the babies were alive, moving, wriggling with beaks wide open as their mom fed them the regurgitated mix of nectar and insects. She faithfully returned every 20 minutes to feed her precious younglings. Today the babies lie still, stiff, beaks open, never to be fed again. And I’m sad.
A few days ago two little house finches fledged from their nests and began their trek to self-sufficient adulthood. They would follow their mom to the various feeders, fluttering and flapping their wings, asking to be fed. She would wait to see if they would eat the tasty seed on their own, and when they wouldn’t, she would feed them as she had in the nest. Soon I saw the babies eating seed off of the ground beneath the feeders and knew they were figuring things out. Yet the very next day downy feathers covered the ground where they had been feeding, evidence of a cat attack. The two fledgling finches were nowhere to be found. And that made me sad.
I’m also angry.
Neighbors all around us let their cats outside every day. There are five cats that make their way here, to our little bird sanctuary – each and every day. The cats are well fed at home but love to stalk and chase the birds, lizards and everything else that lives here. I know it’s fun for them because that’s how God made them. But the balance of our garden life is being upset. Two of these cats, in particular, are excellent hunters. Older birds have learned to be watchful, wary of cats and other predators for which they could become a meal. Hummingbirds usually rely on their speed and maneuverability to stay out of a cat’s reach, but they aren’t always successful, especially if they fly low to the ground in search of insects for offspring.
So, I have a hunch; I don’t know for sure but I think that these cats caught the two mama hummingbirds. That. Makes. Me. Angry. They didn’t “need” to be caught as a meal for a hungry cat. And the argument that this is “just one bird” doesn’t work with me because a whole family of birds has died as a result. I get even more frustrated because I’ve asked that the cats be kept inside, to no avail. Two cats did show up wearing bells a couple of years ago, but that didn’t last very long.
Yet if I’m saddened and angered by these injustices, how much more is our loving and just God grieved, angered when injustices happen to His children. Jesus said in Matthew 18:7 “Woe to the world because of offenses. For offenses must come, but woe to the man by whom the offense comes.” (HCSB) Indeed.
“Lord, help me to handle these circumstances as You would, without letting it get the best of me and turn into sin. Please give me gracious words as I speak with our neighbors, remembering I represent You at all times. Help me remember that not even a sparrow falls to the ground apart from Your will. So please protect each little creature that lives here, as You see best. Amen”
My Father’s World
While harvesting grape tomatoes the other day, Carillon Bells began to chime from the church across the arroyo signaling it was dinner time. As I finished clipping the last clusters of delicious red sweetness, I realized the chimes were playing one of my favorite hymns! Remembering that I’d painted these words on my very first scripture rock, I hummed along, singing them in my mind:
“This is my Father’s world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker’s praise…”
Even now, a few days later I find myself singing in my mind all of the lyrics of this wonderful old hymn. But today I’m focusing more on the truth of this verse:
“This is my Father’s world.
O let me ne’er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.”
Thank you, Lord, that these words ring true, whether others believe it or not: You are the ruler yet!
Unruly Vines
I felt totally overwhelmed as I looked at one of our vines that had an explosion of growth. I knew it had to be trimmed, but looking at that whole big unruly thing I wanted to just run away. So I asked the Lord to help me see with His eyes what I was able do.
Suddenly my focus changed…zeroing in on one wayward branch…so I snipped it back. Then I saw another and pruned it, as well. I saw one more I could reach and trim, so I did! And one by one, little by little, the branches on that wildly growing vine were brought back to a more manicured state.
I think the Lord opened my eyes to that so I’d be able to remember, when I feel overwhelmed, that I can handle all of life’s challenges this very same way. Rather than focusing on the BIG picture, I can ask for the Lord’s help to see each individual thing in it’s proper perspective. And one by one, little by little, what felt out of control will return to it’s much more manageable state.
Lord, thanks for this reminder to not give in to those overwhelming feelings, but to ask You to help me tackle each and every task, each and every day.
