Cross In My Window: Lessons from Nature

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Lessons from Nature

While sitting in my comfy chair, I looked outside and watched the birds. I bought a cute bird feeder when we visited the Amish in Pennsylvania the summer before last. We often have lots of birds feeding here. At times, two different kinds feed at the same time, and at times, they take turns.

I have tried to take pictures through the window because I do not want to disturb them by opening the door. However, these pictures never turn out.

I took one of two different birds sitting on a chair, and, because of the screen in the window, the picture only came out looking so-so.

Watching the birds made me reflect on humankinds. Why can we not learn from nature? Why can we not accept our differences? Why is it so hard to share? Why is it so hard to work side by side with each other?

Lord help us accept each other as we are. Help us live in harmony. Help us accept our differences. Help us to have a heart like You. Jesus, live inside of me.

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About Renee

I often refer to myself as a wallflower or turtle: A wallflower because I am an observer of the world around me, quietly taking it all in, mulling over what I see and experience, and sometimes writing about it in blogs, sermons, fictional stories, or poetry. A turtle because I am slow and often withdraw and hide. Whether running or making a decision, I tend to dawdle, but I will get there, and once I do, I commit. I often withdraw into the safety of my shell while I am internally working out the details of life. Take this blog, for example. The wallflower/turtle me would rather keep all this "junk" to myself. Each time I write, though, I have no choice. I must get the stuff inside me out, and when it comes out, I feel God urging me to share. Each time I argue, He reminds me of how certain moments in my life may have been different had I realized I was not alone. So, this blog is my faithful pursuit to let whomever may stumble upon it know that they are not alone. We all have "junk," parts of ourselves we wish we could ignore, but we belong in community. Our survival relies on how well we care for one another. Like playing the drums (an old, out-of-date hobby), writing is my way of putting myself out there, being on stage, and still enjoy a bit of anonymity.