What I have Learned from Watching the Birds
Sometimes when I become unsure of life, I take a moment to look at the birds.
At their wonderful sense of ease and assurance. Their unmistakeable confidence. The unruffled presence. There is a delicious relish for living, so impressively etched in a bird’s every movement, every twitter, every skittish dance.
I notice how ever so lightly they tread on this earth. Crumbs and abundance are received with equal grace. There are always songs to sing each day. And storms will pass away. Just hunker down for a bit in the meantime.
So steadfastly they collect a twig, a blade of grass – bit by careful bit to build a home. So wedded are they to the kindness of life. To the open skies, the rushing winds, the gentle rains. Unperturbed by the elements. Just a gentle acquiescence.
I do not know of anyone who can look at birds and not smile. Or become just a little mellow. Or feel a burden lifted from one’s heart. I can’t imagine a world without birds. Because from these little ones I have learnt a mighty lesson.
Each time I become unsure of life, I take a moment to look at the birds. And I receive a message of resounding clarity. Of faithfulness. Of abundance. Of generosity. Of protection. The unshakeable assurance that all is well.
These birds, I think that’s what they live to show us each day. We are not forgotten. Never too insignificant. So very well taken care of. Live trusting in the goodness of Life.
And from a distant memory, I hear the strains of this old gospel faintly echoing from my childhood. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches over me.
“Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” ~ Matthew 6:26
*These photographs are of the Blue Tit, a popular European garden bird. This small non-migratory bird is found throughout Europe, the Middle-East and parts of North Africa.