a poor little bird

Yesterday morning, school was being done (or pretending to be done...whichever you like.) and all of a sudden........thump! A bird hit our living room window. (We are having kitchen reno's done right now so the table is filled with kitchen stuff, so where we normally do school is unavailable...which essentially leaves the couch and coffee table.) A tiny, shaking, little songbird, sits on the roof of our house below the window. Immediately four sets of eyes crowd around the window, observing the little bird with sad expressions.

(picture via Google)

After instructed to return to our school work, but allowed to check on him every once in a while, to see if he was okay. I instantly thought he would probably die there, sad, alone, afraid. I wanted to comfort the little trembling bird in some way, but I couldn't reach him if I wanted to, and even if I could, I'd probably scare him more. I was scared to watch, in case he died, but at the same time, I would want to see him fly away, recovered and well again. So I eventually got up to go check on him, and in a few minutes he had gathered up the courage to look around, flutter a wing, and then, he flew off into a nearby tree in our yard. Concealed from danger by the leaves, I don't know if he flew away after that or took shelter in the tree for longer.

(pictures via Google)

But this whole situation got me thinking....

Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! 
-Luke 12:24 (NIV)

and

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in a barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 
-Matthew 6:26 (NIV)

and

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father's care. 
-Matthew 10:29 (NIV)

The last one especially applied to this situation for me. That bird almost died, but not without His knowledge. Even when everybody else saw little hope, all of it was in His hands. What His will was, became reality. Whether that bird was going to die or live, it was God's will. Your will be done...

So...that's my weekend thoughts! =)