I marvel at its survival,
its staying power.
I pause to think about what I am seeing:
This is a tiny home...built by a small creature who would fit in my cupped hand and whose brain is the size of a shriveled pea. Or smaller. How did she build this little dwelling for her delicate eggs, this safe and secure abode for her tiny, naked brood?
She had no You-tube video to watch, no “Fixer-Upper” episode to survey, no (Bird) Home Depot to run to when she needed more supplies or tools. She had no help.
Oh, and she assembled it without written instructions using her beak.
I want to remember this tough little nest-builder next time I think the task before me is too hard,
next time I don’t think I can do “this” alone, whatever "this" may be,
next time I make excuses because I’m worried that I don’t have enough resources or tools to do a good job.
This little nest reminds me to persevere,
to rely on the Creator’s help to do the work He has given me to do,
to trust that I will have what I need,
to use what is before me and around and within me,
to believe that my work will outlast the storms.