So as I’m opening up the garage door yesterday after taking the kids to school, I notice a small little brown bird flitter into my garage and go inside a bag hanging on a hook by my backdoor. This insignificant white plastic bag has been hanging there since fall, when my kids on a walk gathered up “treasures”. Treasures means handfuls of pine cones that I just had to keep for them. They wanted to make crafts and bird feeders, etc with them. So I put all the “treasures”, pine cones, into this white plastic bag and hung it on this hook at the back of our garage by the brooms and shovels just behind our door into the house.
Interesting. So I snuck up to this white plastic bag wondering what that little brown bird (barn swallow?) was doing inside it. Well, she had been extremely busy as you can see from the photos. How she found the time to do all this in the past few months of spring where our garage door spends its time open on the weekends because the kids are outside playing basketball. She is very sneaky and doesn’t mind our noise coming in and out the back door. We had never seen her coming and going and she doesn’t make a peep. So innocently, she had built a perfect nest and laid 5 small eggs.
So, now we have a guest in our plastic bag in the garage. All day long I kept thinking how did we not see her doing this good work right there under our noses. It made me begin to think about life and Lyme and family and all the things we can miss.
If we are too busy, if we don’t have enough margin in our lives, we can miss treasures. (this is speaking to me because I can get too busy often)
There are treasures and surprises and things to be grateful at every turn, at every view all day long – but do we see them?
In the busiest byways, where backpacks, lunch boxes, school projects, bickering siblings, snappy mommies pass multiple times daily, there was enough perfect space in this white plastic bag for safety and treasure to be laid.
Are we looking for safety and thinking we have none? I know that in chronic illness we all want to be safe and healed and not broke again. We need safety, but have we forgotten that safety is right under our noses?
God is our shelter, our safe haven, our safe place. He promises never to leave or forsake us. He is in our every day, our every place. Safety might not look like the world tells us it does. Safety might not look like our neighbors. Safety might not feel safe at first. But God is safe. He can be trusted.
Those little 5 eggs are completely dependent upon that momma bird. Deep nestled within that perfect warm nest, they are safe. There is no matter to the outside container, the location or the noisy that passes by. Those eggs were placed lovingly into a perfectly built nest.
Your trauma, your illness, your scaryplace can be lovingly placed inside God’s safe place for you.
He can be trusted.
Blessings and healing,
Janice Fairbairn – The Lyme Evangelist
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