The Fatty Little Birds

Sitting here on the living room carpet with friends dear at heart and the old black and white version of the Martin Luther movie playing in the background, I am in awe of my blessings. Orange Spice tea has been boiled to perfection and is steaming from my cup and the sky is gloomy above us. Against the low noise of the film, the hushed sound of book pages turning sound every few moments since spring break never means a true break from studies, and quiet voices share fellowship over chicken salad and smoothly buttered bread. This afternoon is one of near perfection. The minds in the room amaze me at their intellectual capabilities. Theories and studies are dissected and discussed by these great minds that have no idea of their own complexities, and yet, I cant help but watch the fatty little birds outside the glass that separates my world from theirs. Its brisk outside and their feathers are ruffling in the puffs of icy air. They should be cold and bitter, but instead they are chipper and hopping about. They chat with each other and flutter around. They have no warm home or hot tea or theologies, but they are content. The good Lord could have chosen any little animal to speak about in scripture concerning His care and provision. But He has chosen the bird, a weak little animal that has scrawny legs and a tiny beak. It cares not for itself, instead the Lord provides for it. The plump things worry not for their next worm or the protection of their fragile stick homes. They stumble about continually, twittering from this branch to the next. They have nothing of their own, nothing they can account for. And yet, they lead a free life. This world truly does turn slowly. There is life within little worlds. The Lord has His almighty hand even in the quaintest life. Who am I to question the Lord in my own? Who am I in comparison to Him that I should think to demand or question my Savior? He has drowned me in His gracious blood so that I might be saved. He has drawn my eyes towards His Son and has instilled in my heart the things of Him. He has blessed me with family and love and companionship. I ought to hush my complaints and live my life more like those fatty little birds outside the glass, enjoying my blessings and ever depending solely on the Lord.