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I was sitting out on the outdoor deck at home watching the beautiful
goldfinch at the birdfeeders, and meditating. I was feeling very
low.
One little finch, obviously thirsty, flew down to the nearby bird
bath. He needed water. But the water was low. He couldn't reach
it. His little legs didn't permit him to bend far enough from the
edge of the bath to get the water. He hopped all around the edge of
the container, but nowhere could he find someplace where he could
reach the water. He finally flew off.
Feeling sorry for the little guy, I got up and filled the bath to
the top with water so he would have no problem reaching it and went
back to the deck to watch and meditate. I was still feeling low.
Then it hit me.
If I, a mere man, can feel sorry for a bird with short legs who
can't reach the water, cannot an omnipotent God, fill my life with
the fullness of Christ to where I can reach what I thirst for? Come
back, little bird.
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