My mom and I cut two trees at my home a few days ago. They were planted by my dad, as gifts to the city, but the city didn't like them, so we had to cut them. They were about 8 feet tall, not so big, but the leaves were dense, and they made good shade and weather protection.
Mom cut the big trunks with her had saw, then I trimmed the branches down with a pair of hedgeshears. While I was cutting branch by branch, I discovered two bird's nests. They were so neatly knitted and constructed, just like the birds' bones, so light but so strong. Both nests were empty. The tenants have probably left for winter.
I was amazed with the bird's life. Looking at the nest, I could only imagine a romantic and hard-working life.
They migrate when the seasons come. Perhaps they won't even know where they will build their new home, yet they always found a place. Who knows how they figure when they ought to move? They just know. They move from places to places, build from trees to trees, and meanwhile, they find the daily supply of worms. They did not go to school, yet they build such delicate homes. When they move, they don't have to worry about school district, moving furniture, storage for their cars, etc. How amazingly wise!
Looking at Jesus Christ, the master. He did not have a nest nor a cave to stay. He did not even have a place to lay his head, yet, when I think about it, this is the best strategic life. How much of our procession is really necessity? When we own less, our life is light, and more ready to migrate and move for the Lord. As Jesus told his disciples, when they travel, do not take much with them, not even extra robes.
God knows what we need, and He prepares when we move for Him. Less can really be More.
