November 10, 2021
I know every mountain bird by name; the scampering field mice are my friends.
Psalm 50:11 (The Message)
We live in the flight path of flocks of birds that head south every morning, and north every evening. They are amazing to watch, thousands of birds, black silhouettes against the sky, flying in formation. Their beating wings sound like a fan suddenly running on high speed. Like waves on an ocean, their formation undulates with what I imagine are air currents.
They catch my attention and my imagination every time. I wonder where they spend each night, and what their destination is each morning. What trees or fields have room enough to hold them, feed enough to feed them? I’ve no idea what kind of birds they are, don’t know their species’ name. I don’t, but God does, down to every last bird!
Yesterday morning I was feeling a bit down when they appeared, and as I watched, I remembered Jesus’ words, “Look at the birds in the sky. They don’t sow seed or harvest grain or gather crops into barns. Yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you worth much more than they are?” (Matthew 6:25 CEB)
Thanks for the reminder, God. ~ Anne