Black Bird, Black Bird

While I was out this afternoon I noticed a black bird favoring one leg. Fascinated I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her. I wanted to know what happened. Was she born this way, did she get injured and how, how did it happen?

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Driving past her I had a closer look and knew immediately why she favored the one foot. Her toes were turned completely around facing in the opposite direction on that one leg. Oh how my heart sank and I began to tear up. Just as my eyes welled the Lord dropped a treasure in my heart. A treasure of truth that I know all too well.

Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. Matthew 10:29 (NASB)

Looking at this sweet bird she wasn’t hurting, she wasn’t smaller than the other birds, nor did she appear to be ailing in any way. In fact, she is getting along quite nicely. It is only until I noticed her hop and hobble did I know she was different, special.

Just as the book of Matthew tells us that our Father cares for the sparrows verse 30 and 31 elaborates further His great love for us and all His creatures.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:29-31 (NASB)

Message version reads like this… “What’s the price of a pet canary? Some loose change, right? And God cares what happens to it even more than you do. He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! You’re worth more than a million canaries.” Matthew 10:29-31

The empathy I had for this bird turned to encouragement. She’s not secluded, set apart or sad about how different she is. She doesn’t beg for special attention to accommodate for her injury or deformity. She has adapted. She has persevered. She has overcome. She lives in victory. She, a random bird, encourages me that no matter what injuries, illness, differences, both seen and unseen, our Father in Heaven sees to it that we have all we need to adapt, to persevere, to overcome and to walk boldly in victory. The victory may be ours but the glory belongs to God.

Psalm 91 paints a loving and beautiful portrait of the security we can and should expect from the Lord when we put our trust in Him.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust!”
For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper
And from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with His pinions,
And under His wings you may seek refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.
You will not be afraid of the terror by night,
Or of the arrow that flies by day;
Of the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
Or of the destruction that lays waste at noon.
A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand,
But it shall not approach you.
You will only look on with your eyes
And see the recompense of the wicked.
For you have made the Lord, my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
No evil will befall you,
Nor will any plague come near your tent.
For He will give His angels charge concerning you,
To guard you in all your ways.
They will bear you up in their hands,
That you do not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you will trample down.
“Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name.
“He will call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and honor him.
“With a long life I will satisfy him
And let him see My salvation.”
Psalm 91 (NASB)

    Loving Father, Sovereign Hero, Almighty Protector thank You for Your great protection in every aspect of my life. No matter how big or how small You battle and war on my behalf. Thank You for revealing Yourself to me today in something so small and precious as an injured black bird. Thank You for gently reminding me You love me that much and more. As I walk through each day I choose to trust You just as this little black bird does. I love Your creative beauty and with all my heart I love You Jesus and give You all the glory, honor and praise!

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