From just about every spare corner of my yard, baby birds are hatching. In the beginning they look more like beating fluffs of cotton than baby birds. Being completely helpless, their survival is totally dependent on the watchful and consistent care of their parent.
Looking at these tiny, fragile, helpless babies, i think how much like them we are. While babies our dependency on a parent is obvious. Yet, even as we progress through life, we still need our Father. Fragile, helpless times resurface throughout our life as storms, sometimes unexpected and violent, wash through us and in us. How thankful i am to know, God is always present and prepared to protect us under His Wings of love, strength and grace. Life may fail us, but God never will.
Father we can always cry out to You to cover our wounds. And even if we don't have the voice to cry with our mouth, You hear and respond to the cry of our heart. Thank You for a love i can't understand, but am humbly grateful to receive.
we are loved and chosen by God,
may we live like we believe it,
veneal
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