In the wee small hours of the morning, I believe it was a quarter to 2, I stumbled into the kitchen, because I could hear the dog wandering around and discovered the reason for her midnight escapade. There was a small bird laying dead on the floor. I froze, grabbed the counter looked around me quickly and wondered whether or not I could just leave it there until the morning. 

I do not like birds. From a distance they’re fine. Up close, diving at my head or dead when I might have to touch them they are not. This is an irrational fear, most fear usually is, the point is I am not Cinderella. 

      If I opened a window and a flock of birds flew in and starting making me a pie I would scream bloody murder. If they started coming at me to tie on the apron I would go ballistic. There are a lot of reasons for this, here’s just a few:  

      1. Birds shouldn’t be in my house making pie. 
      2. I’m pretty sure their feet are dirty. 
      3. Beaks are scary. 
      4. I don’t want to deal with them if they die. 

      That was a long rant to explain to you that I would rather see a dead bat on the floor at 2 am. I decided to leave the kitchen and see if I could find a broom and a dust pan. When I got back, unsuccessful, quite literally thinking that I could put something over it like a box until the family came home, the bird was gone and so was the dog. 

     The dog was in the front room. I called her cautiously and she turned around, little bird dangling in her mouth and started to race towards me. It was a dramatic scene to be sure. Anyways, I did get the bird away from the dog and after great effort decided on a plan of action and was able to get the bird into the garbage can. 

      I did have a point in posting this. Birds are small and freaky looking but God made them and God takes care of them. They are wonderfully and fearfully made. We too are wonderfully and fearfully made and of infinitely more value to God than birds. Just like God cares when a little bird falls out the sky or is knocked down by a cat who has something against me, he cares about the things that we are going through. 

      Fundraising is hard. Planning to leave the country is hard. Lately I’ve been overwhelmed by it and starting to feel quite stressed but God is still God. His love remains steadfast and my midnight Cinderella training session reminded me of that. God is in control even when I’m not. 

      I spend a lot of time talking to a lot of different people and I know that I’m not the only one who’s struggling right now. Many of us are going through trials that just keep bringing us down. I want to remind you that no matter what, God loves you and it is always safe to turn to him.  
 

 
PS:
 
      This happened last week sometime. The very next day my experience went from bad to worse–live bird in the house. Needless to say it was kind of traumatic. I found it beating against a window about 5 mins after I was supposed to leave for work. The cat was nowhere to be seen. I had no time to be girly about it so I made a judgement call and left for work. Then I worried over and prayed for the little bird the whole night.
 
      When I came home the house looked like a crime scene. Feathers everywhere but no bird. Cat was gone too. Very interesting. Needless to say I spent the rest of the week paranoid about invasions of the feathered kind and I am very glad to be home again. 🙂
 
      There are definate benefits to not allowing animals in the house.
 
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                                                                   Nicole.