"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs on your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows." -Matthew 10:29-31
|A female rose-breasted grosbeak stopped at James' bird feeder for a snack during last year's migration!|
In a previous blog, I promised to share one of the ways God has shown that He cares for me, even caring about the smallest things. I know you've all been on the edge of your seat waiting for this one, so enjoy!...
I remember as a child in New Jersey, I would wait with great anticipation for a sight of the first robin to mark the official end of winter. (Sorry, Groundhog, we always trusted the robins!) That was about the extend of my birdwatching experiences.
I didn't truly begin to enjoy backyard birds until James was two or three weeks old. One day, as I sat on the couch with James, a bird flew by our window, chirping. He stopped nursing and looked towards the window. James was interested in the bird's song!
"Wow!", I thought. "He's noticing things around him!" I decided then and there that whenever my children should show an interest in something good, I would encourage them to study and appreciate it.
|We think this is a yellow-throated vireo but aren't sure. Can you identify it?|
We began to keep a log of the birds that we had identified. After a few months, I realized that outside of red-bellied woodpeckers, doves and pine warblers we really only ever got an occasional blue jay or cardinal to visit our bird feeder. We were going to have to leave our backyard if we wanted a badge. So I did what any stay-at-home mommy without a car would do: I put the kids in the wagon, grabbed my camera and off we went to sneak around the neighborhood looking for birds.
|Hunting For Birds|
|Brown Thrasher in our Backyard|
One of the birds in the bird book that I so longed to see was an Eastern Bluebird. The picture they showed of this little bird with a blue back and wings and a red and white breast were so wonderful! It occurred to me that I could pray about it, but sadly, I scoffed at the idea. As if I should pray and "bother" God about something as trivial as that! Yes, I was struggling in my soul with deeper things. I was doubting God's love for me, His child. I was doubting His kindness; His grace.
A few nights later, we went for a walk after dinner. We saw some birds on the wires near the home of a neighbor. It was dusk and we could not make out their colors or markings. We could not identify them, but we did appreciate their lovely voices! I wondered if they could be bluebirds. Oh! How I longed to see some! And then, very bitterly, thought, "Yeah, right. I'll never see those. Especially here."
The next night, Josh was mowing the lawn. I saw the mockingbirds and shrikes lined up on the wires above our front yard waiting for dinner. I heard the door open and Josh calling, "When you get a minute, come out here and see this." I finished up the dishes, and went out. Sitting on the pole was a bird. It was one of those birds from our walk the previous night! I grabbed the camera and raced out to take some pictures. Could it be?! God had sent me an eastern bluebird! Right to my front yard!
How I wish I could say that I fell on my knees and repented right then and there. I am deeply ashamed to confess that I did not.
To be continued...
|Our First Sighting of a (rough looking) Eastern Bluebird|