Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Dear God,

A sparrow has called our house her home. She keeps pecking at the window, rising up and down taking all her weight to push against the glass trying to make her way inside. When she can't budge the window in the living room, she flies to our bedroom and does the same thing. She's been doing it for a couple of weeks. I keep telling her she is welcome but I fear that she will kill herself trying to press against the glass that will never budge trying to get into a place where she would not be happy or content. "It's okay, rest easy." I will say to her. But she is insistent. She will fly up into the branches of one of the trees and in minutes return to fly into the glass and then perch on the ledge looking inside, longing for something that she cannot attain.

How many times have I tried to budge something that wasn't budgable? (I'm sure it's not a word but I like it.) How often have I tried to move something that simply couldn't be moved? I've worn the bruises and the scars from my battles. And sometimes I fight for years to make something happen. It is only when I give up my own will and trust in yours that I find what I'm longing for.

My birdfriend will never make it inside. It's not really where she wants to be. My hope and prayer is that she will find joy in sitting on the ledge with you waiting for her time to come, an appointed time for something to happen. What? I don't know. But I know you do.

Bless my little friend,
O Lord.
Bless this little one.
Protect her
from herself.
Keep her safe
from harm.
Give her instincts
to save herself
and trust you
for the rest.
Bless my little friend,
O Lord.

Love, Andrea