Matthew 6:26 says, “Look at the birds of the sky: they don’t sow or reap or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you worth more then they?”

Sometimes creatures of nature reveal the God of creation in marvelous ways. The following story actually happened and was witnessed by the homeowners at 125 Bolivar Highway in Jackson, Tenn.

On the back porch was a small blue bird house hung by Uncle Pete and Aunt Opal. As spring arrived they anxiously waited for Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird who came each year to their summer home to raise a family.

Sure enough, the Mr. and Mrs. arrived and soon set up housekeeping and busied themselves by making their home comfortable. They gathered straw, cotton and every piece of comfortable material they could find to make a nest. Soon five tiny eggs appeared and they were cared for constantly by the bluebirds. One day one egg cracked and a tiny bird appeared in the house. Soon there were five small birds chirping. All spring the little family was cared for by their mom and dad. The tiny birds were growing and the ugly little birds gradually grew bright blue feathers and the time came for their great ad venture.

It was a bright beautiful early summer morning and there was excitement in the backyard. All the flock of birds that lived there were chirping wildly. Mom and Dad Bluebird were excitedly preparing for the big event. Mom Bluebird perched on the corner of the garage and Dad Bluebird took his place on the corner of the well house.

A hush fell over the entire backyard and a usually loud noisy yard became deathly silent. Mom Bluebird gave a loud chirp and the first little head popped into the opening of the house and flap, flap went his tiny wings and he made his first solo flight to the nearest tree. One, two, three, four, all the bluebird babies successfully made their solo flight to the nearest perch. A long pause came and it seemed as if eternity held its breath. A loud chirp was given by Mom and finally one tiny weak, wobbly head appeared in the opening. The tiny bird was ready to leave the safety of his nest. Mom flew to the little bird house and flap, flap, flap the little weak runt left the nest while Mom flew below him to make sure he didn’t fall to the ground.

In a flurry of flapping, the little guy made his first successful flight to the closest branch. It seemed like forever, but finally he made it. At that moment the silence was broken and loud chirps were heard and birds from everywhere entered the backyard to celebrate the little bird’s flight.

The song they seemed to sing was “Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him all creatures here below. Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts.”

I just love spring!