Blue Bird Hotel


After seeing a blue bird on a fence in the remaining day light hour before darkness,  I walked a few more steps, opened the door and felt the assuring warmth of home wrap her invisible, loving arms around my shivering soul.

I wasn’t thinking of how wonderfully blessed I was to have such unseen opulence embrace and welcome me as I stepped in from the cold, but, as soon as it did, I thanked God.

It’s amazing how we can come to the same home, open the same door day after day and not realize what a blessing it truly is to have.

One of the things this caused me to do was remember to praise, and thank God for abundance of things He has told us in His word not to worry about, or, to give thought to.

(Matthew6 : 25″ Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body more than raiment”?

The ensuing verse  illustrates  how He takes care of all the needs of the birds of the air also.

(Matthew 6:26″ Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they”)?

Unlike male, and female, roles in our human condition, the male bluebird gets to pick out the home. Of course, the choosing of the dwelling couldn’t be a joint effort anyway, as he only chooses a suitable  “House”  or, “Covey hole”, to attract a female to come in and make it a home.

Along with his duty of choosing a potential residence, the male Bluebird is responsible to move all the building materials to the lot before beginning  his wing flapping, love-sick song and dance, in hopes of attracting an interested companion.

The female ( after the wedding of course ) moves in, does all the decorating, builds the nest, lays the eggs and sees the off-spring through the nurturing days.

How wonderfully well planned and provided for all God’s creatures are. 

When these realizations  nested in my heart and mind, I could not help but follow through the full gestation of both thoughts to fruition.

First of all,  I meditated on,  and quoted the verse in God’s Word that kept resonating it’s subliminal, chirping, Tweedledee, sing-song through the surround sound system of my soul:

(Matthew 6:33 “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you”.)

After cooing thankfulness to God, who cared enough about me as an individual to nestle me with such incomprehensible, immeasurable provision, and cue, I set out to prepare a small bit of real-estate for my neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird.     Blue Bird House 005

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bluebird Picture#1 @ Peanutt_28’smedia Photobucket

Bluebirds#2 @ poker4848’smedia Photobucket

Bluebird house @ sons of thunder patron

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15 Comments

  1. A faith-lifting article, Paul. Thank you for reminding us. Wish you were still on here more.

    By the way. the novel you started reading on my ‘By the Book’ site is getting its own blog this week. That should make it much easier to access — particularly for people who would like to just sit and read it on their ipad or iphones. If you’re interested in having that blog address, let me know, and as soon as it’s up, I’ll give you the link.

    Blessins!!!
    Sandra

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  2. Hi dude! :)

    Thanks for the visit and comment! :)

    The robot is a man in power armour from the game ‘Fallout 3’ which is one heck of an adventure game, but I quit playing because I got sick of killing people, robots and things…

    God Bless Paul and be well! :)

    Prenin.

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  3. I have bluebirds who have been comeing to the same box right my back door for many years. They seem to come and ask me to clean the nest out each year so they can come back. They didn’t nest this year after a Carolina Wren took over even though I threw his nest out. They do however come and look at the house once in awhile. They are my favorite bird, so beautiful and blue. They look like pastel drawings.

    We do so often take for granted what we have to come home to. My house isn’t much but it is home.

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  4. As my daughter and I were driving home from the store tonight we saw some deer on an unused as yet but well light road so after we went another way I told her to turn around that I wanted to go back and really look at them. She turned and went back so we could admire them. I really do not understand how someone could look right into the eyes of such beauty and shoot them.

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