A tree with beautiful green fluffy branches allowed many birds to live with her. They would sing from morning to night in this wonderful home
A charming bluebird family moved into the tree.
Mother bluebird was the sweetest of them all. She couldn't wait until her eggs hatched to see her impressive babies.
She thought, “Perhaps they will look like father bluebird. His feathers are so brilliant.”
Deep in her heart, she truly hoped they would have her personality.
Finally one morning she could hear tiny noises coming from the nest. The first little chick had poked his head through the egg and was curiously looking around.
“Good morning Homer! I am your Mother, and I am going to take very good care of you.” she cooed.
Little Homer cocked his head saying nothing, so mother continued to talk to him. “Very soon you'll have lots of brothers and sisters to play with. Father will be home soon with a big fat juicy worm for your first meal.”
Sure enough, one after another, other little birds were out of their shell. Before lunch was served, Henry had six brothers and sisters to share his nest with him
They were so happy in the big green tree. How busy it kept Mother and Father to feed all of their family.
Watching all of their children grow became a favorite past time.
New feathers appeated, then strength and a desire to stretch their little wings.
One Morning mother announced, "Little ones it is time for you to learn to fly!"
Homer watched as his siblings were taught to fly. One by one they stepped out on the edge of the limb and jumped flapping their wings.
Far too soon it was Homer’s turn. He fluffed his feathers, took a deep breath, and when father said jump, he tried with all his might. He just could not take one step away from the limb
Father tried encouraging him. Then he tried coaxing and finally he commanded.
Homer tried again, but still he could not find courage to jump.
Days passed as he watched his family go bug swooping. They would have races, and even visit new trees.
They told of their adventures when they returned, and as exciting as it all sounded, Homer would not fly. He simply hopped from limb to limb.
Mother noticed one morning that the leaves were no longer all green. Many were changing to brown, red, and yellow.
She flew over and landed next to her son, gently she spoke", Homer you must fly. After the leaves turn colors they fall off, and you will have no protection.
You are getting too big and we can not continue to bring your food. You must be able to fly in order to feed yourself.
While Homer had no doubt what his mother told his was true, try as he might, he just was to frightened to jump
He had even moved to the very tip of the lowest limb to try once more. Terrified, he jumped back watching the ground.
His siblings below were busy gathering fat juicy worms, and enjoying each other’s company.
They even took them to a tree that was completely out of Homer’s sight.
No sooner had his siblings flown off when Homer felt alarm and looked up.
Above him on the next limb was a huge cat.
Homer had been told about Tabby.
“He lives on mice and birds Homer.” His Father had warned.
Homers’ heart began to pound so hard. He thought that surely Tabby could hear it.
Usually Mother or father would fly at any dangerous enemy, distracting it, but they were gone. Sitting very still he thought about what to do next.
Homer cocked his head, only to see Tabby sitting ever so still also, but watching him.
Remembering Homer’s mother instruction she had taught him, “Just before a cat is ready to pounce on his pray he sits very still”.
At any moment now the cat may pounce.
Quickly Homer jumped. He found himself falling into nothingness. He began flapping wildly, waited for the ground to catch his fall. Closing his eyes and flapping for all he was worth, waiting in anticipation of the hit. Oh if only there was something soft at the bottom.
He must have landed in some very soft leaves, for he still could not feel pain, or the ground.
Opening his eyes, to his suppressed he saw only the top of his tree.
Could it be? Yes he was flying! He was flying!
He did a loop-de-loop and landed right back in the very top.
Why this was easy, why had he ever been so afraid?
What joy, now he could go with his siblings?
Places where he had never been able to go, “wheee”.
Upon returning, his parents were so pleased. .
Homer thought about why he could fly now, and not before.
It was like fear had paralyzed him.
Fear is the opposite of faith. It is an enemy.
Life is full of wonderful adventures
God may allow those new adventures into our life, to push us beyond our limits.
He might ask us to overcome some fear by trusting Him and using the abilities, he has given us, to grow in faith.
When the time comes, try to take your mind off self. And trust in what God is leading us to do, you too might be amazed, that you’re ready to just let go and fly. “Without faith it is impossible to please God.”