today

as I sit and rest this evening I have watched our baby birds. You see a robin built a nest in a bathroom window. We worried about her intellect in building a nest so close to where three cats lounge. It has been fun and exciting to see the four eggs and then four little ones. Each day they seem to double in size. It appears that both the father and mother feed them. At least there is more than one robin helping with them. She will bring them worms and as soon as they hear her approaching, they perk up with beaks pointing upwards to be fed. They are getting quite large by now and I wonder how they still fit in the small nest. As I am sitting on porch I have realized that the two of our cats, Gizzie and Patrick Squishy (yes he has a middle name) have realized that they are in the window. They keep trying to sit underneath the nest hoping one will fall out. I have scolded them and ran them off so many times but they are intent on their prey. The mother will not fly down from the tree with worms as long as the cats are nearby. But the babies hear their mother and start bobbling when she is in tree waiting to feed them. I am so afraid that they will fall out of nest trying to get to the their mother. I want to put up some sort of netting or something to catch them when they start to learn to fly....:) I know that my cats will get them the first time they fail and hit the ground. I remember last spring, chasing the cats away from babys, hopping across the lawn.
But I have watched these be hatched from eggs and grow daily. I haven't named them but I would know if one was missing. I know that there is little chance of them surving. I see the danger before them and want to tell them not to fall, or somehow warn them. As I was sitting here wandering how I can prevent the inevitable, it hit me.
How many times has my heavenly Father sat by watching me ready to enter danger and wanting to put up a safety net for me? Instead he lets nature take its course and trusts that I will learn from failings. It is anxious for me to watch these birdies get ready to leave the nest and face certain death and I wonder how often I do the same thing with my Father and cause him grief because I have not made smart decisions?