I almost walked right by.
If my client hadn’t pointed it out I would have missed it completely.
Clinging precariously to the top of her front door wreath, was a nest.
“Look inside,” she directed.
She gently lifted the decoration off the nail for me to get a closer look. I gasped as she cautiously lowered it. Nestled inside were four of the brightest blue eggs.
Fragile beauty exposed.
In the silent study of this miracle, my ears zeroed in on the background noise I’d been oblivious to as we conversed.
The mama robin was sitting in the nearby tree, staring us down and chirping desperately.
I should say squawking because she was clearly distressed with us.
But she was at a loss. What to do— with the two giants holding her unhatched babies? She had no way of knowing in her panic that we had harmless intent, just curiosity.
Perfectly camouflaged by the grapevine and floral, it seemed a safe place…to a bird.
And a not very bright bird.
She didn’t realize that some people are over six feet tall, which is eye level with her nest.
She didn’t know the door would be opened and shut multiple times a day.
She didn’t understand that her babies would be in peril of falling out, every time the door was slammed.
Reminds me of someone else.
Someone we sing about.
Someone we laugh at.
Someone we wrongly think we have no resemblance to.
Maybe he didn’t know sand was a bad idea. Maybe the land was cheap. Maybe the location by the stream was picturesque.
Sooner or later someone would have told him that he was foolish to build on the sand, whether it was scenic or whether it was a bargain.
But he refused to listen. Doggedly stubborn, he spent his money on a house of cards. Like the robin, it seemed a perfect spot for his home.
How many days did it stand until the first drops fell? How long did the storm rage before he felt the shifting?
Just when exactly did he experience the sinking in his stomach, the knowledge that he should have listened?
That maybe, just maybe, they were right?
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Matthew 7:26 But everyone who hears theses words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.
-What do people metaphorically build their houses on today? Fame, fortune, work, family, friends, etc…
-What are you building your house on? God’s word or other things that will shift and erode?Things that have no eternal value? Change your course today if need be.