MANNA

These little ones have found something buried worth risking their heads down and feathers up. Satisfying treasure that keeps them grounded.  

We’re in a tizz about a lot of things these days, working to fluff our feathers for some high wire time. But I need to bury my beak in something sweet that will satisfy. “Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life… I am the bread of life.” (John 9:27, 35) Somehow this manna is enough, worth getting all worked up over… and ultimately nothing else. Jesus, my seed thrower, settles my frenzied self and I can just eat it up. “If loving You is putting me in danger, then I don’t ever want to be safe.”  

That’s me, the little blue one with her head down and seed caught in her beak. Cheep!