There is a picture in my head of a frantic mother. She is searching hysterically through the bedding of her nest. I hear her piercing screams, “Where, where are my babies?” Tears rush to my eyes for I saw the hawk that took them out of her carefully woven nest that she had placed high in the palm trees of our Florida home, but I could not stop him.
I wanted to so badly. I wanted to grab them from his greedy beak and replace them gently and safely. But I could not. Instead I screamed at the hawk but he ignored me.
Her pain is tangible, as is mine.
My daughter left home this month for college, for career, for marriage, for….
She is gone.
There was no hawk. It is just life. In fact it is good that she has made this leap out of the nest into what is hopefully, prophetically a favorable place in God.
So, I am not frantic.
I have some ‘feathers’ to pore over and I have visits on bank holidays, long weekends, phone calls, emails, college loans…..
I am not frantic because that is what parents prepare their ‘chicks’ for. So I frequently pray “Thy will be done in”… her… “as it is in heaven”.
Now see another picture, of a Son sent out of His ‘Nest’, away from Loving Father God on a mission in flesh, to earth, to die.
To die so that He could rescue fallen man from the kingdom of darkness through blood, through death; as it was ‘predestined before the foundation of the world; so as to adopt as children by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will’.* and thus reconcile all things unto Himself.
The Father is not frantic. He now has many sons.*
The Father is not screaming. He rejoices over me.
Under His wings I safely trust.*
*Ephesians 1:4-5, Galatians 4:1-7, Psalm 91:4
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