Feathering the Nest

When I'm cooking or washing dishes, I enjoy watching birds outside my kitchen window, and my camera is not too far away. Yesterday, I watched as this female bluebird "feathered" her nest. I watched as she perched on top of the rugged little house with a big white feather in her mouth. The feather, which reminded me of a tiny boa, blew in the breeze making her look regal!

Shortly, she moved down on the perch and waited.

After a minute or two, she squeezed through the small opening and carried the feather into the house.

At that moment her mate showed up . . . to check things out . . . to give his approval . . . to supervise . . . or just to be there . . . I don't know!

Whatever his part in the process, he didn't stay long, and the female emerged and flew away, too.

One down . . . and how many more to go, I wonder?

That was yesterday. Today my blogger friend Bev wrote so eloquently about memories made in her present home and about moving soon to her new home. She ended her post by looking ahead to "feathering her new nest," and that inspired me to think about my own "nest" that I've called home for the past 35 years.



I find it difficult to adequately express my feelings about our home. Modest in appearance and furnishings, our "nest" is a place of shelter, comfort, security, rest . . . a place where so much of our living takes place. And it's "feathered" with so many priceless, endearing and enduring things:

The love and care of our Heavenly Father . . . and our faith in Him

The love and respect of family . . . both immediate and extended

Memories . . . oh, the memories that no one can take away . . . especially those of the days when our two wonderful sons were growing up here. In more recent years, we've made precious memories with them, their wives and children. Grandchildren have brought new energy and many opportunities to make happy memories.

Enough "stuff" - which God has blessed us with - to be very comfortable (too comfortable, maybe)

As much as I love my home, I know that I should never get too attached to it. It's not my final home! One day I'll move into my eternal home . . . one that God is preparing now!

And I'll have eternity to check out all the priceless, endearing, and enduring things He has "feathered" it with!

There's a roof up above me; I've a good place to sleep.
There's food on my table and shoes on my feet.
You gave me Your love, Lord, and a fine family.
Thank you, Lord, for Your blessings on me.
~Easter~