His Eye is on the Sparrow

A new family has taken residence at my residence.

A bird family.

Don't ask me what kind of bird; it has wings. And a beak.

And a nest firmly built in the eaves of my front porch.

Now this bird family is very interesting to me. I've watched this bird househunt a few weeks ago. Obviously she(?) wasn't happy with pre-existing homes so she decided to build one herself.

It's quite stylish, if I say so myself.
At least it's in a great neighborhood.

I've admired the focus with which this bird has gathered her materials and firmly attached them to this very narrow expanse of wood nailed overhead. I doubt there was much that could have deterred her from her task.

Now it seems as if the 'significant other' bird has arrived. Again, I'm not bird savvy so I don't know the common behaviors of this particular species of bird.

But I have noticed that they view us as an irritant; anything that disrupts their apparent plans for this nest ticks them off royally. They are not nonverbal birds.

While my human self sits on the front porch enjoying the weather, these chirpy critters make it clear I am simply not to have my way. I'm to surrender my own perch in favor of them having theirs.

They aren't aware of the actions I've taken to assure their safety; the chairs I've moved so our cats can't climb them to get at the nest or the different path we try to take so they aren't disturbed.

During a storm I've kept my eye on them but they don't know they have a protector.
I've watched for predators and been ready to shoo any danger away.I've been thinking about them quite a bit. For some reason it's important to me that they survive and thrive.

I've taken the role of protector and these scrawny bird-legged birds don't even know it.

No matter.

I'll continue my vigilance as long as this clan resides here. My nest is their nest.

So...
I go back to my own life and the similarities between these bird-brains and my own bird-brain.
How likely it is that the Head of the home I've chosen to dwell in watches over me.
How He moves some things out of my path so I'm protected. He keeps a vigilant eye on my comings and goings. He probably enjoys hearing my chirps too.

He's thrilled I've chosen to abide in his abode.

So...
Perhaps the next time I'm so focused on building and planning for the future I'll think of this birdie brood. I also have a Protector who is watching over me with care and delight.

I need to be more respectful of what God does in my life. I must learn to accept that my Protector watches over me, keeping me from some harm I might never see.

Hopefully I'll keep my scolding squawks to myself.