Bird feeder faith

I hung my first bird feeder roughly two weeks ago. It was ten days before the first birds came. I was at work and my son and husband saw the first ones. Saturday finally came and I didn’t have to go to work. I was up before dawn. With my coffee and Bible - and probably my time-wasting video game - I positioned myself to watch through the window. It was overcast, the sky lightening in a misty grey horizon. Just when I could clearly see the grass around the feeder, it happened.

THEY CAME!

I watched the chickadees, juncos, squirrels and a male cardinal. Their flitting presence and numerous returns engaged me all the drizzly morning. I may not know everything about birds, but I knew they would come. It’s what they do.

I realized the cardinal had only one eye. Playing one of our frequent philosophical games, my husband joked with me about whether I should feed him, survival of the fittest and all. [See  https://miriamsmindset.blogspot.com entry 4/27/19 and https://miriamsmindset.blogspot.com/search?q=squirrel.] 

He [the bird, not my husband] looked healthy overall. I said that if the little guy could survive an injury like that, he definitely had genetic material that should be passed on. He [my husband, not the bird] knew my answer before I gave it.

Visitors later that day included a female goldfinch and a hairy woodpecker. Today, I also had titmice and some mourning doves. My one eyed friend was also back.

At prayer meeting last night, I received a gradual revelation that this morning condensed into a word for me and perhaps all of us:
•I hung the bird feeder.
•I was certain the birds would come.
•I waited.
•I was certain the birds would come.
•I heard a good report: the birds were coming.
•I had evidence that they would come, but I hadn’t yet seen them.
•I waited.
•When the time was right, I saw the object of my faith.
•I hung the bird feeder in expectation of the joy I would receive.
•And then came my realization: the thing that brought me joy brought nourishment to many!

This "wow" moment has been with me most of the day. I'm waiting to see how I will be able to apply this joy/feeding principle in my human interactions.

I close with some verses for your consideration and joy. Shalom!

Hebrews 11:1

Now faith [pistis] is the substance [hupostasis] of things hoped for [elpizo], the evidence [elegchos] of things not seen.

Luke 12:6-7

Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God?

But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore; ye are of more value than many sparrows.

Luke 12:24

Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse not barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than fowls?

Matthew 1o:29-31

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.

Robins and Worms

   I ran/walked today. It was misty and drizzling with a temperature of 42º. For us in the northeast, that falls somewhere between warm and raw. There wasn't much wind. There weren't many robins.
   There were, however, many worms.
   There were so many that I gave up on an even cadence to avoid stepping on them every stride or so.  Because I was running without music, I mused about worms and robins and rain and wet side walks. You are now privy to my thoughts on the matter. You're welcome.
1. In the space of 1-2 miles, I normally see 10-15 robins. Today, I counted 3. Do robins dislike the rain?
2. In the space of 5 feet, I counted up to three worms.
3. Do robins feel about soggy worms the way I feel about zucchini noodles?
4. Is that night crawler bathing in the puddle the same one I rescued yesterday?
5. Is it silly to have a moral dilemma about whether I should rescue a worm?
6. Do worms really drown in water? do they like water? what drives them out during the rain?
   And lastly, what am I doing out in the rain?