Monday, May 25, 2009

A Springtime Tale

For two wonderful months I watched an exciting story unfold, and it all began when a mother Starling chose a peculiar nesting place in my backyard. Our old barbeque pit became a nursery for two wide-eyed baby birds. Little did they know I was waiting for opportunities to peek into their lives.

Once a week I listened closely for tiny cries, which alerted me when their mother left for a food run. Thankfully, I captured each moment of their beginning and was able to share it with you in the video above. (Push the play button to view the video. It has music, so turn up your volume to listen.)

I will miss watching them grow and hope to see them flying around my neighborhood in the days to come. This springtime tale is one I’ll never forget.

"He has caused his wonders to be remembered; the Lord is gracious and compassionate.” (Psalm 111:4, NIV)

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother’s Day

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139: 13-16, NIV)

Somewhere in the annals of time and place our lives were carefully crafted and purposed. The pages of our histories were filled with triumphant tales and fleeting failings. Each gift and talent was placed within, and our design was fashioned by the Master’s hand. All that was left was a place, in my case a family, to foster love and further development.

What amazes me most is how parents reflect God’s love. They deal with our childish games, encourage us when we are down and forgive all the unlovely things we say and do. The following is a passage my mother, seen holding me in the photo above, wrote in my baby book. To me, it reveals a mother’s tenderheartedness.

I remember when you cried your first “real” tears. You were nine days old, and I was giving you a bath…It didn’t take long for that first tear to roll down your face. I felt like some horrible meanie to be giving you such terrible treatment—namely the bath. I couldn’t take those tears, and soon I was crying just as hard as you were. So I sat down with you in the rocker and rocked you…It sure hurt to see you cry, but it didn’t hurt enough to stop me from bathing you again—which you didn’t like any more than you did the first time.

Can you see how that passage is a picture of God’s love for us? Sometimes in life we go through things we may not want to experience, and God puts people in our lives to comfort us and get us through hard times.

My mother and I are very passionate people. We have laughed and cried together many times over the last 31 years, and one day the same arms that held me will hold my little girl or boy. In honor of Mother’s Day, I leave you with this poem I’ve written for my mother, as well as the mothers, aunts, grandmothers and sisters who have impacted my life.

As Joseph fell on the neck of his father,
So I have fallen into her arms.
Her embrace is shelter from distress—her melodies soothing to the soul.
She is fearfully and wonderfully made,
And I am woven from her cloth.
In her bright eyes I see an unbridled passion for art and beauty, which reflects in my own.
How pensive are her words and brilliant her mind.
She inspires me to strive for greatness.
I cherish her friendship and love.

Friday, May 8, 2009

New Arrivals

Squeak, squeak
Little peep
Tiny feathered friend.

Your mouth held wide
In eager wait
For mother to attend.

While watering a few backyard plants, I heard a strange yet delightful noise coming from the barbeque pit.  The sound wasn’t really a chirp, but more like that of a creaky, old wheel in need of WD40. It was very faint at first, but when I lifted the lid to take a peek the volume quickly rose. How sweet it was to discover two baby birds inside. 

One opened its mouth in hopes of a morsel, but lay down as soon as it realized I was not there to provide food or warmth. I quickly snapped a picture before the mother’s return. It’s funny how big their beaks are in proportion to their heads, and though they’re not very cute right now I’m still amazed by the beauty of new life. 

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.” (Matthew 6:26)

Monday, May 4, 2009

Mountain in the Sky

Blue mountain in the sky
Perched among the clouds,
Your hazy hilltops stretch across the vast horizon.

This spring has had its share of dismal days and gloomy gray hues. Longing for sunshine and a bit stir crazy after a thunderstorm, my husband and I jumped at the first opportunity to take an evening drive. The rain had moved on, leaving a breathtaking image in the sky. We lifted our eyes and gazed upon a beautiful cloud formation looming overhead.

My mind wandered back to childhood days as I dreamed of what it would be like to walk among the clouds. Cars rushed by without a second glance, but we stopped to take in the view and watched the ever-changing canvas dissolve into the night sky. For a moment I felt like I caught a glimpse of a masterpiece as unique as the One who designed it.

“In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.” (Psalm 95:4 NIV)