Moments for Meditation
"Wisdom from a
Wounded Bird"
by Fleta Mathews
“Behold the fowls of the air… your Heavenly Father feedeth
them.”  Matt. 6:26   
“And the birds of the air have nests.”  Matt 8:20    
“Are you not much better than they?  Are not two sparrows sold
for a farthing?  And one of them shall not fall on the ground
without your Father.  Fear not therefore, ye are of more value
than many sparrows.”  Matt 20:29-31

Recently I was sitting in our little sun room in the back of the
house reading the Good Book as I like to do.  It is a scenic
secluded spot to get away from our normal hectic pace.  Outside
the window facing the pond and woods, we have a new intricate
bird feeding contraption.  It has a solar light on top… three differ-
ent dishes for food and water and a couple for flowers.  It is even
equipped with a dome to keep our frisky pesky squirrels at bay.  
As I sat there peacefully reading and watching, suddenly there
was a terrific thud against the glass.  I knew instantly what had
happened as at other times and places before.  I jumped up
quickly expecting to find another dead bird beneath my window
on the ground.  To my surprise, nothing was there!  As I contin-
ued searching for the bird that had surely met its Maker, I finally
spotted it far from where I expected it to be.  There she sat – a
gorgeous female Cardinal, probably 15 feet from the window near
the bird feeder facing our little greenhouse.  
As I ran to open the door to the deck, I did my usual “talk to the
animals” bit.  She didn’t fly away or move at all.  “Dr. Doo-little”
headed for the bird as I’ve been known to do before. Quiet-ly I
stooped down and tenderly touched her head and back feath-ers.  
Only her enormous eyes blinked.  I placed a few bird seeds and a
small bowl of water near her beak and went to watch from
inside.  Nothing happened.  Next, I went out again with my gar-
dening gloves on and Thomas the cat securely shut up in the
garage.  Gently I picked her up. She barely moved and only those
beautiful eyes blinked.  Emergency room intervention was
urgently needed!  
I began blowing breaths of air into her partially opened beak and
tapped sharply on her tiny breast.  No resistance or change…
Now for my final effort. I rubbed small amounts of water on her
head and back while all the time talking tenderly to that ailing
bird!  
So glad no one was around to see or hear… the “white coats”
might have picked me up rather than my perishing patient!  As I
put her down, I feared the next time I looked from my win-dow
she would be fallen over dead.  Suddenly the phone interrupt-ed
my focus, and I was distracted for a while.  Probably thirty or
more minutes had passed, so I hurried to look again from the
window.  She still sat on the ground, but miracles of miracles she
had moved about a foot away!   
Quickly   I opened the window with a bang.  Lo and behold, to
my elation that battered bird flew into the air on strong swift
wings and away into the woods out of sight!  Chalk up a happily
ever after ending to an accident that seemed destined to end badly
for the bird and miserably for me.

What   a remarkable reminder of the loving care our Heaven-ly
Father has for us and for all the creatures He has made!

“Fear ye not therefore.  Are we not of more value than many
sparrows (Cardinals)?             

“Said the robin to the sparrow,
I should really like to know
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about  and  worry so
Friend, I think it must be
They have no Heavenly Father
Such as cares for you and me.”

Will we ever learn the simple lesson seen so clearly here?   One of
my favorite and appropriate songs came to mind as I thought
about the drama of the day:

His Eye is On the Sparrow (Cardinal)

“Why should I feel discouraged?  Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart be lonely and long for Heaven and Home?  
When Jesus is my portion… my constant friend is He…
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.   
Let not your heart be troubled… His tender words I hear…
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears
Though by the path He leadeth… but one step I may see…
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
Whenever I am tested… whenever clouds arise…
When songs give way to sighing and hope within me dies.
I draw the closer to Him… From care He sets me free…
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.”

“Do not fear… you are of more value than many sparrows.”  
(Luke 12:7)
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