“Look, but don’t touch,” we said when our son found a nest of robin’s eggs in the low branches of the holly tree.
We watched their lives unfold.
The transcendent blue of the eggs. The way they huddled together after they hatched like a pulsing, pink heart.
Four fuzzy heads. Four pointed beaks trimmed in yellow. Eyes and mouths, open and hungry.
“I’ll give them a worm,” said our son.
“No. Don’t put anything in the nest.”
What more could we add to this? What could we bring to them?
Two weeks of growing feathers and flight and they were gone. That fast. Breathtaking gift of spring.
Teach us to realize the brevity of life,
so that we may grow in wisdom. Psalm 90:12 NLT
Love Song for a Savior, Jars of Clay.
What blessings are you most thankful for today?