Flying Solo
One morning as I came in to work at my job
as a church secretary, I was greeted by the
sharp, intense call of a bird. Although I
could not see the source, the sound was
coming from somewhere high in the branches
of the Oak of Hope (an ancient oak here on
the grounds of First Christian Church.)
Mind you, this was not the usual soothing
sound of birdsong that I've become
accustomed to as I walk up the sidewalk
each morning. Instead, this was a call of
distress and it didn't take long for
me to discover what all the excitement was
about. As I glanced around, I noticed a
baby bird sitting statue-still on the
ground beneath the grand old oak that
graces the grounds here at the church.
Apparently, this baby was out on its first
solo flight and had run into some
difficulty... ( Sorry, my imagination
sometimes tends to run away with me ) and
now it became my turn to be alarmed. I
quickly scanned the grounds for signs of
predators (an occasional cat is known to
prowl these premises. Assuring myself that
no enemy was about, I reluctantly decided
that it would not be helpful for me to
stand sentry duty as that might encourage
the mother bird to flee rather than to
attempt a rescue mission. And so,
grudgingly I retreated to the church,
convinced that I could safely keep an eye
out for danger from the window of my
office.
For most of the morning, I typed the
bulletin and peeked out the window ran the
copies. and peeked out the window. And
finally, when I wasn't convinced that
I had a bird's eye view, I peeked out
the glass doors in the lobby. I suppose
some would call me Mother Russia and some
might even call me obsessed, but I was
determined to do all I could to save that
baby.
And, once he (or she) was safely back with
Mom, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was
then that I gained a better understanding
of my purpose in this situation and in
life. I am not the Savior I am here to
serve the Savior. And though at times I
tend to be determined to lead the charge,
I've come to realize that every life
has a purpose according to His will and no
amount of good intentions or never-give-up
determination can succeed without His
intervention. And so, I am grateful that
His eye is on the sparrow for I know He
watches over me.
~ Linda Lee Gleason ~
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