Basking in the Birdfeeder

The worries of my life were swirling around my head. While it was the afternoon, and the sun was beginning to set its heat out upon the central California valley, I was sitting outside on my shaded patio contemplating things.

Life has its bright moments and good things, but today, I was worried. I was worried about our finances, worried about getting our debts paid, and worried about inconsequential things. But when I begin down that rabbit hole of worry, it’s hard to reign it back in. How was this all going to work out?

I heard a flutter of wings and the high-pitched chirps frequently emitted by Hummingbirds. There was one at my hummingbird feeder! He swooped in, perched comfortably on the feeder, and took a few sips. He even glanced my way for a moment, finished his afternoon drink, and went his way with a flutter of wings and chirps.

I smiled. It was so easy for him to be at ease. His provision was right in front of him. But that thought jarred something in me. Was I not important to God, just like these little birds were to me? I provided food for them, and they didn’t worry one bit about where their next meal was coming from. Why was I worrying?

That birdfeeder was symbolic of God’s provision to me, as well. I had so much: my home, family, and food on the table every night. He would provide what I needed as He always did. My birdfeeder was God himself, and I could bask in His provision as I trusted Him.

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them (Matthew 6:26, NIV).

Finch Food for Thought: Are you needlessly worrying?