Hand-built with love...used for decades of spring and summer seasons...the birdhouse was a haven for bluebird families.
Unreachable by cats, snakes, and other predators...her nest was secure.
One evening, winds from the north tore down southward...trees bending, snapping, falling...buckets of rain pouring...and the metal pole that supported the birdhouse swayed.
She comforted her young ones and assured them they were safe and protected and that she would be right there with them...thru the storm.
Suddenly, the wind force was so strong that the top of the birdhouse flew back on the hinge and the nest was exposed to the driving elements...and everything else.
Mama bluebird did what she knew she had to do...spreading her wings to completely cover her babies...she became a shield of protection...all...night...long.
Morning came and still her tired body and wings lay across her little ones...risking her life for theirs...never forsaking...
What sacrificial love from a tiny bluebird of happiness...
but if you are storm soaked and the night is endless and sometimes the furthest thing from your mind is where happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow...
Then remember this...
That is what the Scriptures meanwhen they say,“No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
and no mind has imagined
what God has prepared
for those who love him.”