My encounter at the Bird Feeder

As I worked on our new deck that covers the water tanks that we put in to reclaim rainwater I walked toward the bird feeder, as I’ve done so often.  When I approached the feeder to fill it so that the birds would have all that they need for life, those ungrateful birds flew away in fear of me.  I said to the birds, don’t you understand I’m your friend, I give you both food and water everyday, and that is when a voice spoke to my heart, “Bob, you often treat Me the same way.”

I treat God, my Creator, the same way those ungrateful birds treat me, but they may not understand that I want to make life good for them, but I know, without a doubt, that my Heavenly Father loves me.  He sent His only Son and each day He supplies my every need, and yes, I’m not much different than my feathered friends at my bird feeder with one exception, the birds have no understanding of my desire to provide for them.

From the Back Porch,

Bob Rice