Ruffled Feathers
A red-breasted robin builds her nest in a rusty metal light covering outside. I’ve perched my chair next to the sliding glass door so I can snap photos.
Morning dew dances upon blankets of green grass and pine trees stretch their branches into the blue sky.
My husband and I are on a hotel finding adventure in Temecula, California, where his son will get married in June.
Yet this morning, he is off playing golf with his son, and I am watching a robin nest.
When I grow discontented with my present circumstances or become anxious over my future ones, I remember this scripture from Matthew 23:37:
“How often I wanted to gather your children together, the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings…”
My features get ruffled when life doesn’t go my way, but His feathers ruffle so we can nest under them.
The act of nesting under God’s wings does not mean our pain disappears or our unanswered questions get answered.
It doesn’t necessarily mean our circumstances change or our anger completely dissipates. We just get to rest our minds, hearts, and souls for a few moments while enveloped in His ruffled feathers.
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