the birds of the air…

the birds of the air…

I saw a scene like the picture reveals last week as I was driving down the freeway with one exception…there was an incoming bird and very little space for landing.

I wondered as I drove past and the birds withdrew from my vision…

Was there room for that bird?

 Did a couple of birds move over to make room?

 Or was that bird just plain bold, exerting its place on that lineup of fowl?

God has been working with me recently (well, actually  longer than I would care to admit) regarding living a life covered by Him.  A life that is not comprised by Jesus in addition to something else…be it people, performance or things.  Just Helen and Jesus…enough…more than enough.

I have felt like that bird attempting a landing.

At times I have circled overhead pondering the same questions that I posed earlier…

Will there be room for me?

Will someone want to move over and make room for me?

Do I have enough courage to just take my place?

I have sported different feathers in my hat…a  smooth  feather of perfection…when I only had to look in His eyes and see True Authentic Perfection.

A fully plumed feather of people pleasing…all the busyness left little energy to please the Lord.

“Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God?  Or am I trying to please men?  If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

Galatians 1:10

People Pleasing + Perfectionism= P-P-Pride

A life that is filled with pride is one that is consumed with self not Christ.

I remember Elisabeth Eliot saying words to the effect that a bird brings glory to God by doing what it was created to do.

The bird that I saw was doing what it was created to do…it flew…it landed…I am sure it ate and drank that day as well…perhaps it cared for its young.  I doubt that it worried about where it would land or would there be space…there would be room because there was always room…

A lot can be learned from that bird…God created each of us with a unique life …a life that is not to be concerned with worrying about whether there will be enough space for us in the crowd…or if others will heed the way for us to land on our feet.

With the Lord there is always room…there is never a question of being accepted…and if courage is needed, it proceeds from His hands…freely…liberally.

Jesus tells us that we are to be the branches to His vine…apart from Him we can do nothing…and that means  without Him no one will get to partake of that delectable fruit…

Soar like that bird…simply be the child He created you to be…attach yourself to Him…and a surprising thing might just happen…everywhere you set your feet…there will be a space that is shaped just like you…just for you.

 “Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.”

Matthew 6: 26 (MSG)

Considering those birds of the air,


2 thoughts on “the birds of the air…

  1. Good observations. I have always been fascinated by the way birds fly in formation. Have you ever noticed they do not look to see how the bird next to them is flying(how fast , how high, etc)? Yet they all seem to glide in unity and land as one. Were they to focus on their neighbors performance they would crash into each other.
    I love how God’s creation is always teaching us if we just take the time to see and ponder.

    Keep ’em coming Helen!



  2. Hi Jen,

    Birds are quite interesting aren’t they? Thanks for your observations as well. I was so happy the other day to see a hummingbird…it seemed so cold I was so surprised…so lovely. Thanks for reading…I am trying to post more than once in a very blue moon…ha!


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