Caring

My husband was cleaning windows outside on the weekend when a newly fledged Robin fell at his feet. Its awkward attempt to fly had ended up in a crash landing from the retaining wall at the side of the driveway. The anxious parent was hopping about with a worm but it would not come near while we were there. Finally the young bird flew across the road to the neighbour's lawn and was fed its meal by the adult. The adult Robins will continue to feed their young for a while as they teach them how to find their own food.


All the Chickadees have hatched and it appears that there are at least five of them in this bundle. Last evening I peeked in and thought they were all gone as I could see nothing but the mossy edges and bottom of the nest. At first, the baby birds stretched their necks looking for food when I opened the door. Now they flatten themselves completely and are almost indistinguishable from the bottom of the nest when they hear me come.

I am amazed as I observe our birds. How does each species know to make such intricate and unique nests? Who taught them about self-sacrifice, commitment and diligence in caring for their families? After three days, the young know to keep quiet and maintain a low profile except when their parents arrive.


Our lives are so complex in comparison. But the caring instincts are there just the same. My mother has been a nurturer all her life, willing involved in the lives of her family and others. She does not know the meaning of rest and relaxation and is always planning her next activity. After last week's surgery, it appeared very hopeful that her cancer had not spread. But yesterday she received the news from the pathology reports that she has stage four cancer. She is back in hospital and decisions need to be made about future treatment. The most difficult thing for her may be to accept the care and nurture she needs from others at this time. I have purchased my tickets and plan to see her in mid-June or sooner if necessary.

We all take difficult paths in life eventually and it is hard to deny that we are spiritual beings, in need of faith and God as we look for the meaning of suffering and pain. My aunt posted a scripture for the family on Facebook yesterday which says, "Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you." Psalm 9:10

I know that God, who sees my backyard birds, who sees the sparrow fall, will care for Mom as lovingly as he cares for all. Thank you to all who have sent love, prayer and good wishes our way.