The rain fell and the wind blew wildly.
I always wonder how come even after a heavy storm, it's hard to find a bird/nestling that died as a result of the cold or a bird's nest that was blown off/destroyed in the storm.
The nests are made of dry grass and twigs that can easily be carried away yet they always remain intact among tree branches.
Sometimes when it's raining in the night, I often wonder where the birds sleep. Lightening strikes, the sky rumbles and the wind sways the trees where their nests are.
The big and heavy drops of rain drenches their feathers and nests, yet the following morning they are the first to wake up and thank God with melodious chirps and songs!
You never find any that fell off from the nest and got injured or died.
If this ain't one of God's miracles, then I don't know what to call it...
This night as we sleep, may the God who prevents birds' nests from falling in the storm, protect us as we lie in our nests(beds). May He also teach us how to be grateful to Him even after the storms in our lives have beaten us overnight. I'm just thinking.
Inspired and composed by JANE EUNICE.
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