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There is an intruder at our house.  He’s got beady eyes, long tail feathers and a nasty attitude.  This mockingbird has been a pain in my neck the last few weeks.  Call me crazy, but I think God has been speaking to me through that crummy bird.

Generally speaking, I am fascinated by wild birds.  I have so enjoyed watching as cardinals, finches, nuthatches, woodpeckers, titmice and chickadees have merrily flitted around our birdfeeder, taking turns munching on whatever seeds were pleasing to them.  That is, until that mean old mockingbird showed up.

He has decided that the feeder belongs to him.  Any bird that dares approach gets dive bombed.  Now, not even the woodpecker will challenge him.  He defends what was not meant for him.

If you have read some of my past entries, you know that I have difficulty stepping one inch outside my happy little comfort zone.  And you witnessed my hissy fit when God asked me to give something up.  I defend what is not meant for me.

Bird.  Me.  Bird.  Me.  Hmmm… There may be some similarities between us.

Seeking advice on our backyard menace, I went to our neighborhood store for things avian.

“Suet cake,” they said.  “Mockingbirds love suet, only he doesn’t know that, yet.  Once he figures out that suet is good, you can gradually move the cake away from the feeder, and he’ll stop defending the seed that he doesn’t really like anyway.”

I put a suet cake near the feeder.  Nothing.  I attached the suet cake to the feeder.  Nada.  That stupid bird will not get the hint that I have something better for him!

Bird.  Me.  Bird.  Me…

It is a little disheartening to see that I have so much in common with a beady-eyed, seed-hogging, dimwitted bird.  Too many times, I have eaten seeds when God was offering me cake.  Where might I be right now if I had followed His every whisper without hesitation?  What have I given up in defense of what is comfortable?

In case you’re wondering, I have finally relented in my wrestling match with God.  I have released my white knuckle grip on the thing He has asked me to lay down.  (Deep sigh.)  Now, instead of pining for what I have let go, I am looking forward to whatever surprises God has in store for me.

Bring on the cake!

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