Our beautiful, baby wrens have been in their little nest for 20 days. They have grown plump and soft, full of feathers that resemble their parents.
Yesterday we found the nest empty, the cute little offspring hopping around the plant where their house was made. They are getting ready to fly the coop.
Their parents are ready too. In fact, as I write this, my littlest one came into the house to inform me they have hopped out of the nest and are meandering around trying to figure out this thing called freedom.
Compared to the human race, those precious birds are born, grow up, and take wing in the blink of an eye.
Most times it seems at this same speed in which I find my own little nestlings growing up. Days, months and years pass so quickly.
Like our beautiful Mommy wren, I must feed my little ones on the Word that satisfies, until they are ready to find food themselves.
I must protect them from the predators, especially those nasty snakes.
However painful this is, I must also prepare them to take wing, even allowing them to fall on their heads as they attempt to leave the nest that I have spent so much time and energy on. As their wings come in, they stretch and yearn to fly. But, much like our inexperienced little wren babies, they seem so lost at times; very scared of the humans around; scurrying to find safety.
But as I attempted to capture their freedom on my camera, they found comfort in each other and eventually took to the air and flew.
I struggle at times to let my own babies learn to fly. I must do this, though; for they must grow their wings and take off. This is part of life.
The Beautiful life God has given.