The Birds

The pigeons haven't annoyed me just yet. Even though they pooped on Ben the first day and I accidentally ate the bird poop....anyway. I'm sure they will annoy me. But, yeah, birds. God takes care of them.

This time last week, we were serving with the Earls Court Community project (serving tea, lunch, etc. to the homeless or just someone who needs to talk). And I was in charge of the art table. I was inspired to draw something. Anything. So I began to draw birds. I drew a really big blue bird, looking down. Then I started to draw a tree with a little nest with 2 other little birds in it. The tree has lots of branches. Both baby birds are looking up at the big bird. The one on the right has its mouth open, as if it is talking, and the one on the left has his mouth closed. He is just listening, really. And along the curve of the tree I wrote, "Consider the birds...even they do not worry..." I've read that in the Bible many times. And maybe those aren't the exact words but you know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about how God takes care of those pigeons. Why wouldn't he take care of us? I wasn't really worried when I drew that picture, but I just kind of felt inspired to draw it. I was talking to Ben about it that day and how I thought that maybe the big "mama" bird represented God. And the two baby birds represented me and him. Of course...I was the one with my mouth open. Talking. Asking questions. Trying to figure it all out. And the other bird represented Ben. Listening. Trusting. haha.

And look at us now. We are "stuck" in London. We should have gone back to work yesterday. We have bills to pay. Blah. Blah. Blah. But we are here. "Stuck" (or really not so stuck in Gods eyes). And each day that goes by and I think "we should be home right now. Working. Coming up with a plan on how to raise support. Etc. Etc." But then I look at the pigeons. Some of them different colors. Some of them waiting to fly away until that last moment when the bus is about to hit them (silly stupid birds). Some of them with only one foot. But God takes care of them. And he's taking care of us. Its that simple. Maybe we will be able to fly out Thursday as our flight is booked. But maybe it will be cancelled again. Maybe the volcano will continue to erupt for years as it did 200 years ago. But I just can't sit here and worry. 20 years from now I don't want to look back and see how I sat around worrying and worrying until I finally got on a plane. I want to look back and know that I served Him the best way I knew how for this circumstance. I want to look back and see this adventure. Look at the birds. They dont' worry. And God has called me His own. I belong to Him. He will take care of me. And of us. For the next two days. Two years. Two decades. Forever.