Sunday, May 22, 2016

Are You Stuck?

Last week I wrote about a nest of baby birds on my porch in "Are You in Trouble?" The nest is empty today and only one of the five babies survived. The finch baby, the one who never should have been in a nest full of wrens, was the lone survivor.  

Because the finches dropped their egg in the nest before the wrens were even finished building it, the finch baby was born first. He grew fast. By the time two wrens were born, they were about a quarter of the size of the finch. 

Everyone was constantly hungry. You can see the birds' differences in this picture. 
Sadly, it only took a day for one of the wrens to get smothered under the finch. The other wren lived for a few days –  long enough to grow some feathers –  and then he, too, died. I assume either the same way as the first or from starvation because the finch was the most aggressive for food. 

Sadder still, two eggs never hatched. One disappeared early on. I watched as the one remaining brown-speckled egg shook and rattled and tried to break free for two whole days. The next morning the egg stopped moving... and then it, too, disappeared.

It's hard to shake the sadness of the loss. I know they're "only" birds, but they represented new life and breaking free to me. Yet in the end, getting stuck cost them their lives.  

We can get stuck just as easily as those tiny wrens. 

  • When the weight of our burdens or bad decisions crush us.
  • When we decide its easier to just stop trying.
  • When we lose our will to fight for God's promises.

What started out as something beautiful on my porch turned into something deadly. That can happen to us in our lives, too, if we're not careful. 

I don't want to be like the bird in the egg who never broke free from its thin yet insurmountable shell. I don't want to be crushed into a life of defeat. I don't want to decide it's easier to give up on my dreams than to fight for them.

And in a beautiful twist, when I look at the baby finch and want to despise him, I can't help but be reminded of redemption. He was the one that was left behind. He was the one that didn't belong. His behavior cost the others their lives. And yet he was adopted, accepted, and loved. The parent wrens – with no babies left of their own –  protected and fed the finch, and in a final act of grace, they taught him how to fly.

Baby finch. Redeemed.
Isn't that just like what God does for us when He calls us His own and loves us in spite of all we've done? There's death in defeat and life in redemption. Fight to get unstuck and fly high.


"For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins." - Colossians 1:13-14

1 comment:

  1. The way God uses your mind and heart to write your stories for Him is incredible. I am blessed to be a reader and friend.