It’s a frigid day here in the Atlanta suburbs. Some of my friends from up north might laugh, but the temperature is in the twenties, there are flurries in the air, and the schools are closed – that qualifies as near-blizzard like conditions around here! Trust me – there is no toilet paper to be found on the grocery store shelves.
In the midst of the harsh weather (really, it’s brutal outside!) I have enjoyed watching my spoiled backyard birds. Despite being blown about by the wind gusts, they have camped out at my feeders all morning, feasting on the seed and enjoying the fresh water from the heated water dish I got for Christmas. There has been quite a frenzy going on – a constant flurry of feathers. They need more nourishment when the weather is cold, and I am delighted to supply it.
As I watch them shovel seed into their beaks (this blue jay was quite the glutton), I am reminded that when times feel harsh in my own life, I too am in need of extra nourishment. When life gets a bit brutal, I need to feast on the life-giving Word of God. Thankfully, just like I enjoy feeding my birds, my Father delights to feed me. He says to me in Psalm 81, “I am the Lord your God, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt. Open your mouth wide and I will fill it.”
So as the birds continue to fill up at the backyard feeders, I will seek out some solitude and ask God to feed my soul. There’s no such thing as gluttony when it comes to feasting on God’s Word!