The day started like any other.
I woke up not feeling rested, but not exhausted either. Gray light filtered in through the screened window—another rainy day.
My to-do list began to play through my mind as I hopped into the shower. The hot water reminded me that my muscles were sore, so I massaged my shoulders for a minute, keeping the reality of the day’s responsibilities at an arm’s length for a while. I sighed a big sigh as I turned off the water, the cold air jarring my senses like the harsh jangling of a hotel wakeup call. Another sigh heaved from my mouth as I rubbed my expanding expectant belly with oily stretch cream. Every action seemed laborious as I continued with my morning routine. Reluctantly, I bent over to dry my wet hair.
I just wanted life to be easier.
I wanted to be able to do normal things without grunts and groans. I wanted to feel good again. I wanted…
These early morning thoughts blasted through my mind like the hot air bombarding my scalp. Turning to dry the other side, my gaze fell onto the hallway window.
Still raining, still gray outside.
But something else caught my eye. Sitting on the power line that stretched above the lawn was a single robin. There were no other birds in sight. His tail flicked up and down as he balanced there.
(Photo: Edwin Mongeni)
I switched off the hair dryer and walked over to the window. The thoughts that had crowded my mind just moments before now faded away as I watched the robin. He wasn’t bothered by the rain. He just perched there on the power line for the next couple of minutes, content to wait for just the right moment to fly away. I watched him until he did, my eyes misting with tears.
In those couple of minutes, my heart had been filled, first with shame, then wonder, then gratitude, and then a great surge of
hope and courage.
Lord, I’m so sorry! I forgot your promise to me. How could I forget that you promise to take care of me like you take care of the birds of the air?
You see everything, and You know everything. Not even a little bird like this robin can fall to the ground without your knowledge. Who am I that you would think of me? You are the Creator, Sustainer, and Ruler of all things, and yet you tell me that I am of more value to you than MANY sparrows.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for understanding my weaknesses and for loving me anyway. Thank you for the grace that you offer freely for every single moment of my inadequacy. Thank you for giving me all that I need to do what You want me to do today.
I trust in You. I hope in You. I rest in You. I go into this day, with You and for You. Thank you for using this little robin to remind me of your precious promises and of your benevolent and excellent character. Your nature is good and holy and loving and perfect. Your mercies are renewed for me each day, and you never tire of helping me. Lord, I love you, too.
I walked back to my hair dryer with a
strengthened and encouraged heart.
God had reminded me that He knew every detail of my life, right down to the sore muscles and the unwanted sound effects. He had said to me, “Fear not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.” And I believed Him.
How about you, sweet sis? Have you had one of those mornings recently? You feel like nobody really understands, nobody really gets you, nobody really knows?
That attitude is for the birds.
Actually not, because even they know Who is really watching over them.
That’s what I was doing that day. Fearing that I was alone in my struggles. Fearing that I couldn’t handle what the day had in store for me. Fearing that it would just be another hard day. Fearing…
Forgetting that God is with me always. Forgetting that I don’t have to face the day in my own strength. Forgetting that that day had eternal significance and a purpose in Christ. Forgetting…
Thrashing in the crashing waves of self-pity. Sinking under the crushing pressure of physical and emotional weakness. Drowning in the sea of proud, unnecessary martyrdom. Flailing…
Until God sent me a robin. He says,
God knows and understands.
God is only, ever, always good.
You are of more value to God than many sparrows.