Ellen Chauvin | Soaked & Sprouting

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Short & Tweet: Birds Needing, Jesus Feeding

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In the cool of the house, peeking from behind the curtains, I saw her. With diligence, she prepared breakfast for her little one. He was hiding in the camellias, but I saw him. His feathers were downy soft, not yet formed. There were no tail feathers, meaning he couldn’t fly away if there was danger. Why was he out of the nest?

Walking outside to check the mail, I had to pass right by his hideaway. All the birds in the area got a tad bit jittery. They thought I was a threat to Baby Bird. Even though Baby was well hidden, many of the other birds were looking out for him. The male cardinal was especially ready to peck my head, if I got too close. They all stick together, well, like birds of a feather! LOL! 

Photo Courtesy of John Chauvin

The soon-to-be feast from Mama Bird was acorn meat. I watched her dig the small, round nut out of the heat scorched ground. The squirrels had planted them last fall, and she was reaping the harvest. She smashed the acorn several times with her beak, bringing the morsels of the meat to Baby Bird. He sat motionless, watching and waiting for her. When she landed, you could see Baby Bird’s joy in his wide open beak. Mama Bird gently placed the acorn meat in his mouth.

Manna. Sustenance. Nourishment. We are the birds needing food. Jesus is our bread of life, who feeds us.

Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” John 6:35 NASB

Short & Tweet: Birds Sleeping, God Keeping

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Plopping down on the bed in the guest bedroom, I looked forward to a good night’s sleep. What should have been a five hour trip turned into over six. Driving through Baton Rouge tends to mess up any and all schedules. On one trip, the GPS even had the nerve to ask if we’d like to switch into pedestrian mode. Traveling through the capital city of Louisiana is a slow stroll down the interstate. You don’t move fast. At all. And there’s no good reason for it.

My body ached at the long hours of sitting in the car. Stretching my legs and my arms while I lay flat on the mattress I thought “I’ll bet I fall asleep in no time! I’m weary!”

As my brain and body quieted and still, I heard an odd noise. It sounded like hundreds of birds chirping. Or thousands! And they didn’t stop. My room was on the second floor. I’m up high enough to be level with their nests. 

Off and on through the night, I dozed. Then woke. Only to hear the birds. Again. When do birds sleep? Do they sleep at all?

I thought of the Hitchcock horror movie from long ago: The Birds. Set in a quaint California town, hundred of birds suddenly and violently began attacking people. Was this the Mississippi version of that film?

This is the scripture that pushed those thoughts aside:

 “Indeed, the Protector of Israel does not slumber or sleep.” Psalm 121:4

God is our protector. He doesn’t sleep or slumber. He keeps us safe.

Rest easy, friend.

Until next time,

 

 

 

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