My Little Robin

There is a bird living above the light on my front porch.

“She” is a robin. I need to name her. For the time being, I’ll call her “She”.

The day I saw her, she freaked me out. Or I freaked her out. Either way, when I opened the front door to check for packages, I heard the ruffle of feathers as she flew away. I hollered so loud it made my neighbor’s eyes bulge out. I could see them through the window. I then quickly shut the screen door and strategized. I had a broom in the garage. I could just sweep that thing off the light. But I’m definitely pro life, and felt guilty about killing the eggs in the nest. So I did what any normal girl would do in such situations. I called my mother.

My mother already thinks I’m nuts, but as they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. She then explained that in the order of creatures, humans are stronger than birds, so my first step was not to worry. She then recounted the many bird births that she has witnessed over the course of the years. She described the pretty blue robin eggs and how in about 3 week or so they would hatch and eventually learn how to fly, and then, and only then should I clean the bird’s nest.

I mulled it over and realized that I rarely use the front door anyway, and well, why not. I could witness the beginning of life right in front of my very eyes.

I quickly learned that “She” didn’t like to be disturbed. And that the moment I would sneak a peak at her through my living room curtains, she would fly away and watch me from afar. After a couple of days though, I noticed her adjusting to me. I can now easily stand a couple of feet away and observe her sitting there on the nest, unfazed by my presence.

I even brought my nephews over to see her. She didn’t move.

Here’s this bird who couldn’t stand me glancing at her from a mile away now practically inviting me into her nest. It’s funny how that works.

The reason is easy.  She has learned to trust me. She knows that I mean her well and not harm. She knows that I am just as committed to the birth of her babies as she is. Frankly, I would bring her worms in preparation for the births if I could. I love my little robin.

Here’s the lesson from the bird:  the more you know someone the more you trust them. And when you realize how much they love you, well, then you really trust them.

The more you know God the more you will trust Him. And when you get into His word and see how much He loves you and wants what’s best for you, you will want HIm to get right into your nest and make HIs home there.

Get to know God. He is good.

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