Nests in the Skeletons


Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day.

Cold weather, possibly snow.

Brown surrounds, with green splotches here and there.

The trees are barren, stripped of their marvelous green, gold, red and orange hues from summer and fall.

Riding in the car (as it seems I have done so much lately), I notice the barrenness of it all. Branches stretch high, grayish brown skeletons, so sad looking. All that’s left is a multitude of birds nests. Simple clusters of grass, hay, string . . . anything that was available was made into a safe haven. Each bird took time to create this place of safety. The location was strategic – high up, surrounded by leaves, inconspicuous. There was protection within the leaves. They were hidden from predators, sheltered from the wind and rain, shaded from the harsh sun . . .

Now, the leaves are gone, the weather has changed and the hard work of the birds stand as nothing more than reminders of what was.

My heart ponders. Are there birds nests in our lives? Have we been directed by the Holy Spirit to build something? We may have worked hard, pulled together our resources, built something that was precious to us. It was a protective place. We felt comfortable, warm, safe in that place. We enjoyed our spring and summer. When fall came we kept holding on, waiting. But, when the winter hit, did we fly out? Did we lose hope? Did we give up?

Will those abandoned nests still be there when spring comes? Will they be used by another? Did we build our nests strong enough to withstand the winter wind and snow?

Are we like the little bird in the nursery rhyme “The North Wind Doth Blow”?

The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.

Or, will we sit firm? Will we wait it out, hold on strong, knowing that there’s beauty to come?