On my way back from church today I saw a little bird that was repeatedly flying into the windows of the gym. Seeing the blue sky and trees in the window, he would fly full force towards it, crash against the glass, flutter to the ground, and then try again. He couldn't get himself past the thought that flying into the window panes did not get him to his desired haven of rest. Finally in a daze he fell on the sidewalk at my feet, exhausted.
Stooping down to the poor little frightened fellow I said a few comforting words him, swept him up into my hands, and carried him away from the deleterious windows to a big tree by the sidewalk. As I walked, he looked devotedly into my face, almost as if he recognized a friend. He glanced up at me one last time as if to say "thank you" then flew off into the shelter of the towering tree.
Often we are headstrong just like the little bird, flying into a fake "sky" thinking that once we are in those blue "clouds" we would be safe. All too often that "sky" is just something that makes the world swim before us and dashes us to the ground, helpless and hopeless. If we were left on our own, we would always be flying to the fake and never see the whole real world around us.
Thankfully there is Someone who is nearby who wants to help us. He longs to pick us up into His protective hands and shelter us from the fantasies of this world and set us free to the realities of His world. All we have to do is submit to Him. We need to quit resisting, and be willing to be carried in His hands to safety. I want to nestle in God's hands, do you?
