A red-breasted robin builds her nest in a rusty metal light covering outside. I’ve perched my chair next to the sliding glass door so I can snap photos.
Morning dew dances upon blankets of green grass and pine trees stretch their branches into the blue sky. My husband and I are on a hotel finding adventure in Temecula, California, where his son will get married in June.
Yet this morning, he is off playing golf with his son, and I am watching a robin nest.
When I grow discontented with my present circumstances or become anxious over my future ones, I remember this scripture:
He will cover you with His pinions,
And under His wings you may take refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and wall (Psalm 91:4)
My features get ruffled when life doesn’t go my way, but His feathers ruffle so we can nest under them.
The act of nesting under God’s wings does not mean our pain disappears or our unanswered questions get answered.
It doesn’t necessarily mean our circumstances change or our anger completely dissipates. We just get to rest our minds, hearts, and souls for a few moments while enveloped in His ruffled feathers.
4 Replies to “Ruffled Feathers”
Great title for the piece 🙂
Not only do you have a beautiful image but you put your wonderful write inside. 🙂
I truly love this 🙂
Thank you for leaving such an encouragement comment. I was thrilled to have captured that red-breasted robin in motion. The poem had already started coming to me and the timing was perfect.
the two together are so well matched–poem and image
weisserwatercolours, thank you. I appreciate your compliment because I admire your artistic talents.