Jerry spied them first. “Chickadees building a nest in our wood box, Shirley.” Through our bedroom window he pointed, and silently I watched. Thoughtful, I studied the activity of those tiny birds–the encouraging, faith-building, peaceful, comforting activity.
As we muck about political waters, as we dither over church organizations, as we dash from place to place, as our carriage jostles in the street, a carriage into which we pump costly gasoline about which price we as one grumble, God remains steady. Sure. Unmoving. Unchanged. Perfectly dependable. Unflappable. On schedule.
“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.” Genesis 8:22
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26
Why did the nest-building of a tiny chickadee interest me this morning? Why did it comfort me? Why did I stare long through the glass in my bedroom? I stared long and was comforted because I recalled the Creator of that tiny bird. I remembered Scripture that speaks to that moment this morning, and it was good. For despite our unease, despite our fretting, despite our questions and our uncertainties, God IS. His Word IS.
And that little bird, innocent and unknowing about her Creator, flits about doing what she was “born” to do, and God sees her and knows about her day. Isn’t that the greatest thing! And if He knows and cares about her, He certainly knows about You–an everlasting soul–and He knows about me.
I am comforted by such knowing.