Not Just for the Birds

***Update: Rachel had a wonderful day yesterday. Her color was back and she smiled and laughed a little bit again. We were hopeful that the medicine was finally beginning to work.

Today is not good. Her color is fading and the headaches are severe...and she is crying a lot more than I have seen her cry in days. Needless to say, I did call the doctor and I am waiting for a call back.

I believe we need to try something else- a different medication. I'm clinging to this verse today. Rachel is of far more worth to the Father than this bird. Please, pray that the right treatment will be given and for quick relief.

Thank you!

"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" Matthew 6:26

I haven't told you about my feathered friend. I met him last winter. He came back this year. I know it's the same bird, it just has to be.

Every morning when I draw back the drapes and start to get ready for the day, I hear his gentle tapping on my palladium window. He arrives withing a few minutes of the drapes opening every morning. With his little beak he taps on the window just waiting for me.

My family has started to call him my bird. If they hear him at the window someone always says, "Momma, your bird is back." Poor little thing, it flits around in despair, hits the window, and walks on the ledge just waiting.

I'll go to the window and sing him a song. This morning I sang "Amazing Grace." I think he liked it because he sat really still and just looked at me. It's the sweetest thing.

God is using this little bird to teach me a valuable lesson. I just have to share it with you. Maybe you can relate too.

Look at what is waiting close by for my bird:

They look harmless don't they? But, I know my mouser cats; they would devour my little bird in an instant. My bird knows this too.

As I watched him crash into the window over and over again and as I watched him flutter in despair, it seemed God began encouraging me that I looked just like my bird this past Monday.

See him coming in for a crash landing?

I was running around my house feeling very helpless trying to care for Rachel. I did look just like my bird. God reminded me that He loves us dearly and that if He cares for this bird, how much more does He care for us. None of Rachel's circumstances have slipped from His sight.

I went on to read Matthew chapter 13. Verses 31 and 32 say:

"The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field; and this is smaller than all other seeds, but when it is full grown, it is larger than the garden plants and becomes a tree, so that

THE BIRDS OF THE AIR come and NEST IN ITS BRANCHES."

I needed to stop fretting and worrying and stressing and just rest in His branches, His hands.

I know this picture is a little blurry, but look at the bird in the branches of my nearby tree:

He looks perfectly calm, doesn't he?
Even with the cats below, he is perfectly calm.

Even in the midst of all of the uncertainties and unknowns, I can rest in His hands too.
Don't you just love that? How timely God is.

I am so thankful for His great love for us and for lessons learned from a little bird.

Joyfully,

Kristi

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