I knew there was a nest somewhere close as I watched the mother bird throwing her body upon the ground in a crazy fashion. How did she make her wing look so broken?
I hated to stop, for the sun would soon give up itís light and I didnít lack that much having the field finished. Trying to look both sides at once was very difficult. I just said a quick sentence prayer that I would miss the nest or see it in time. She was running this way and that in front of the mower.
I thought of the scripture that tells us God marks the fall of the sparrow. I really didnít want to run over her nest. Why do they build right where I have to mow?
Birds should have their nests in the trees!
Then I saw it. I stopped the tractor, got off and walked over. I had run right over
the top of it, but down in the shallow nest were 4 speckled eggs. I bent over and adjusted my glasses. Not a crack! Evidently the tires had missed - the blade passed right over those fragile eggs (while she was having a fit!)
Arenít you worth more than a sparrow?
Sometimes the blades of life, so sharp and keen, pass right over us, screaming, roaring - the engine noise so awful, the whirling sharp blades so menacing! But
God says, ďHey! Iím right here with you....it will pass!Ē
And think, friend, why God chose to use a birdís life to let us know He cares about us...He really does care. He really does stay with us even when the blades are whirling and threatening death. Remember the Sparrow.
2007 by Joan Clifton Costner
Under His Wings Heavenly Poetry
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.
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