The Storage Room

What did I learn from my storage room? Deal with the past! Throw away what hinders! Hold on to what helps!

There is a mud nest on my front porch. Coach Murry said, "Keep those kind of birds around because they eat mosquitoes". Ya know, they will use just about anything mixed with that mud to hold a nest together. This is the second set of babies these parents have raised. A few years ago, I watched the first set of babies hatch and grow. Though, one of them never left the nest. Ya see, he was caught by a string and chained to his nest. I tried to rescue the little thing. I thought if I could wet the mud then maybe the string would loosen its grip on the bird's ankle. Nope! I just destroyed the nest and killed the baby bird. Bummer...

Well, another generation is here. And you are not gonna believe it, but a teenager bird is chained to that same nest. I've known about the captivity for about a week now. Do you think I'm gonna kill another bird and destroy another nest. No Way! After awhile, I couldn't stand it any longer. If I could possibly help this little guy then I had to take the risk. I took a rag in one hand and scissors in the other. After covering the bird, I carefully snipped the string. My kitty's were peering up at me, "Lunch!". I put him in the nest and he fell back out with another string restraining him. I repeated the process and he's free, but can he fly? I walked to the end of the sidewalk treasuring my little raggedy package. At the right time, I held open my hand and thrust it into the air. And away he went, wobbly, but he went...up, up, and away.

Lord, all I have is a faulty nest and filthy rags to offer You. The storage room? Yeah, well, I guess I do feel a little less captivated by the past. I'm free? Yeah, I'm free!