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Leaving the Nest
by Dr. Ralph F. Wilson
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My dream left me depressed. All night long, it seemed, I had
tried to "scrounge" a few personal possessions before I left home for
good.
The dream had been prompted by a letter from my parents when
I was in the army, decades ago, that they were moving into a very small home
and had to sell all the furniture, giving away boxes of mementos. Awaking I
felt cut off from my boyhood. My stomach knotted up, knowing I could never go
home.
I got up for an early morning walk, praying and turning
these thoughts over in my mind, trying to be mature about it all, but instead
just choking back tears. I called out, "Lord, help me."
My attention was captured by a long line of large birds
which had begun to wing their way overhead. At first I assumed it was just a
small flock, but they kept on coming without a break.
When I reached a vantage point, the line of birds stretched
as far as I could see. I held up my hands to try to block out a hundred at a
time with my fingers in an attempt to estimate the total number. One hundred
seemed insignificant compared to the unending migration. Ten thousand? More
like fifty thousand.
As I started back, I thought about how many nests these
birds had left. Yet God takes care of them. They fly in "faith" for
hundreds and thousands of miles, motivated and guided unerringly by their
God-given instinct. I had my answer. The joy of the Lord broke over me. I
shouted for joy in the morning stillness.
Certainly, I couldn't go home any more -- that hadn't changed
-- but God had met the need of my heart that day. It was like He was saying
that we must all at some time leave our security and fly, trusting in His
leadership. He who guides ten thousands from their nests to new homes sustains
me as well.
"Look at the birds of the air ...
Are you not much more
valuable than they? ...
O you of little faith" (Matthew 6:26, 30; NIV).
I opened the door of my home with an old hymn flooding
through my heart:
"I know whom I have believed,
and am persuaded that He is able
to keep that which I've committed
unto Him against that day."
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