A female common blackbird made its way into our hearts in the last month. She started by building a nest in one of four evergreens that line the front porch of the house the church rents for us. From our living room, we saw her feverishly bringing twigs and grass for a nest. Then we didn’t see her much as she spent two weeks incubating her eggs. Then we saw her dozens of times a day flying back to the nest with wiggling worms in her beak. The chicks grew and so did the noise they made. When the mom or dad showed up with food, it sounded like a train braking on our front porch.
I’ve never had much use for blackbirds – too much noise. But this family wormed its way into my heart. Seeing the dedication the parents had for feeding their raucous young and seeing them pull the branch back to see a nest overfull of wide-eyed fledglings hoping for their fifth breakfast of the morning must have done it.
It took a little while, but I love this family of birds.
That’s why I stopped the car yesterday as we pulled out of our driveway. One of the chicks was out of the nest and hopping towards the county road. Thirty feet short of the asphalt, I caught the little fella. Gently holding him in two hands, I walked him back up our driveway. Both parents flew around me, squawking things I’m probably fortunate not to understand. As I walked, I noticed two of his siblings on our shared driveway, maybe flattened by a neighbors rushing vehicle.
I felt sadness. And joy. While those two didn’t make it, this one would.
God’s blackbird tally updated when two of them didn’t make it. God knows about the silly little birds in my yard. And He cares. And if He cares about them, He cares about us.
What’s getting you down? Cast your cares upon Him. The blackbird family wormed their way into my heart, but they were already in God’s. And so are you.
By the way, common blackbirds hatch 2-3 broods each year. Mom is already hard at work incubating another clutch of noisy youngsters by our porch. I’m used to the cycle now: two weeks of silence followed by two weeks of blackboard scratching. While we are busy doing the Lord’s work in Ohio, His birds are busy obeying Him too. And they are never out of His care. Neither are you.
Devotional by Pastor Neal Dearyan