The Lone Egg




After every beach walk, I have to take a steep hike back up the hill towards home. Usually, I go fast and get it over with, but this time I walked slowly and super quietly—to see and listen to the sounds of nature. 

I was thinking, "Be quiet and know I'm God." Psalm 46:10



I was just a bit further up the hill when I heard a robin chirping overhead in a large maple tree. A small nest was tucked in a nook where a large limb met another branch. I walked quietly on, but because I was going slower, my eye caught the unmistakable blue of a robin's egg on the ground. I looked up at the nest, then followed the distance from the nest to the ground. How had it not broken?



 


As I walked on I heard the mother robin fly down to the egg on the ground. She busily fluffed leaves and debris around it—a makeshift protection for an egg that she couldn’t get back to her nest. While I will never know how the egg got there, the robin instinctively tried to protect it.

As I continued walking slowly up the hill, I thought of how much I've been feeling like that egg out of its nest. I know that God provides much more than makeshift protection against the world. 

When thinking of how valuable our lives are, Jesus said, "Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.  Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." Luke 12:6-7

I don't need to worry that God has forgotten me during the Covid summer of 2020.

Since God knows about that lonely robin's egg, he certainly knows all of my deep concerns. I just need to remember to be quiet more often. Then God will be able to remind me in his special ways that all is well because he's always watching over me (and you). 

 


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