Sunday, March 15, 2015

Letting Go of My Fears

   It is no secret to my family that I enjoy looking at the birds.  I go out many evenings with my camera in hand.  I sit quietly and wait for the birds to wing their way to the trees around me.  If I am quiet enough and not jerky with my movements, then I might get a couple of good shots.

Spring is almost upon us and the birds are busy these days. Flocks of robins possibly heading back to areas further north alight in the yard looking for a fast meal. Mockingbirds eye me from the trees and cardinals take flight at the least little sound.  The chickadees flutter from tree to tree and the crows own the sky with their sheer numbers.

I learn a lot form the birds. Birds don't wring their little claws in worry and fear. They go about their business of collecting seeds and hunting insects. They bring beauty and grace to ornament the bare trees of winter and wake up the dawn with song.  The resourceful little bird will build its nests from whatever is available.  They know to look for worms when the gentle rain drives a plethora of the slimy little protein treats to the top of the ground. When the rain and winds come they fluff up their feathers to keep dry and warm.

I on the other hand often worry about world issues or stress over personal things.  Sometimes I am so immobilized by my own fears that I am unable to do the things that are rightly my responsibility and calling.  The days and weeks take their toil on my soul so that there is 'nary a song on my lips. So why does the fragile little bird who has no permanent home and is a vagabond and wanderer of the world, able to to carry on with strength and dignity?  Why do I fail so miserably and so often?  I think the answer lies in that my little bird friends know that they have a Creator and a Sustainer.  Their life and breath is wrapped up in the Life giver and they do not see Him as their enemy.  Little bird lives in sweet submission. Not so with humans.  Humans as a whole are in rebellion to our Creator!  We must strive and drive to get what is ours and to keep ourselves alive.  At least that is what is deep within our core.

So how do I go about righting the situation? I must  purposely force myself to acknowledge that I have a Creator and Sustainer as well.  He loves me and has provided everything I need for life and godliness.  He promises to never leave me or forsake me.  He says that there is no good thing that He will withhold from me.  This is where I must live.

 It is in total dependence and reliance.  In my human rebellion, this kind of reliance often feels like a fool's errand.  The only fool is the one who refuses to acknowledge the One who has created all of life and is the only one who can sustain it. The older I get the more evident it becomes that the Great Artist has created our beautiful world. Sitting there with the birds, I know that none of this was the accidental workings of time and chance. Just the birds alone are enough evidence for me
 Then He said to His disciples, “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing.  Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds?  And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?  If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest?  Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith?

 “And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind.  For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things.  seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you. NKJV