There was a little birdie who was soon to be a mommy. She was so happy about her new little babies. She worked very hard, building her nest to make it warm and cozy and safe for her babies. She gathered twigs and leaves and little bright green blades of grass and wove such a nice nest. When she was all finished, she looked the nest over, not quite satisfied, felt there was missing. “This needs something extra to keep my babies warm and comfy,” Chirped the little bird to no one in particular.
So off she went searching high and searching low, for something to line her little nest. She flitted into trees and into bushes, poked her beak into foxholes and barns, and then, right before her eyes, there it was! Exactly what she was looking for! Balls and balls of golden fluff! It was the softest, most beautiful fluff she had ever seen! So one by one, she excitedly plucked the balls of golden fluff, and carefully lined her babies’ nest, just so. When she was all finished, the little birdie beamed with pride and she sat down on her eggs that were snuggled safely in the leaves and twigs and bright blades of grass and soft golden fluff. She sat and she sat and she sat, looking forward to the day her babies would hatch.
Then one early morning, “chirp, chirp, chirp,” came little sounds from the eggs and one by one out came baby birds from each egg. Mommy Birdie was so happy her babies finally arrived! She loved her babies so much. She cuddled them and sang to them, and taught them songs. One day it was time to teach her babies to fly. So on a bright and sunny afternoon, she nudged her first baby bird out of the nest. The baby bird flew right away! “weeee!!” said the baby bird, and he flew all morning, making circles in the air, flying in and out of the trees and the bushes and by the pond nearby and back up into the air to start all over again. He finally got tired and turned around to fly back to his nest. He found the golden fluff and settled right and went to sleep, nice and warm.
The next morning, Mommy Birdie nudged her second baby bird out of the nest. At first this second baby bird stumbled but she flapped her baby wings with all her might and soon was flying above the dewy meadow. After a while, the second baby bird got tired and turned to find her nest. She too found the soft, golden fluff, and snuggled nicely down deep into the warmth and went to sleep.
Another morning sunrise came up the next day and Mommy Birdie set out early to gather worms to feed her babies. After she left the nest, the little baby birdies poked their heads to see the beautiful sky and one by one, they flew up out of the nest all by themselves, exploring here and exploring there, learning their way around.
Soon, Mommy Birdie came back to the nest with nice, big worms to feed her babies, but when she looked around her, she did not see her babies. “Oh no! oh No! where are my babies?” She flew all over, looking for her babies, she looked up and down and all around, but could not find her babies.
Near the barn, she looked down and saw golden fluff in the grass – but there was something different about this golden fluff and mommy birdie’s heart sank. Along with the gold fluff, were feathers strewn everywhere! Oh, how sad was the little mommy bird, because she realized what had happened.
You see, the golden fluff was cat fur, from a kitty nearby. The babies thought the golden fluff was good and safe and had landed there to rest, but from the looks of things, her babies had been eaten by the cat to whom the golden fluff belonged.
Mommy Birdie was devastated and could not even make one chirp, in such a state of grief she was. She wept and wept, very bitterly, and she flitted and flitted around the balls of golden fluff. So sad that all that was left of her sweet babies, was scattered feathers.
In the meantime, up snuck Buttercup, the cat. The cat to whom the golden balls of fluff belonged. She sat down behind Mommy birdie and slowly licked her paws and cleaned her whiskers and combed her beautiful golden tail with her tongue. “Meow,” said Buttercup to Mommy Birdie. Oh my! Was Mommy Birdie frightened when she realized there was that cat. That cat who obviously ate her birdie babies.
“Why?! Why, golden cat, did you eat my babies? My poor babies!” wailed Mommy Birdie. Buttercup tipped her head to the side not sure what Mommy Birdie was talking about. “Oh, meow, you mean the little baby birds that I came here and found sleep snuggly in my fur? Oh, I did not eat them Mommy Birdie. It’s true most cats would eat a baby bird and happily so and might even dip them in milk, but I have babies of my own and I know how I would feel if someone ate my babies.
Your babies are safe and sound in the barn. I carried them to my basket, where they are sleeping,” said Buttercup. Buttercup, you see, thankfully, was a very sweet and loving little cat. She was not only beautiful, but she was gentle and so kind, and would never hurt anyone on purpose.
“Oh thank you! Thank you golden cat, for keeping my babies safe! They must have seen the golden fur and decided it was safe to land here.” Buttercup considered what Mommy Birdie was telling her and said, “I believe you are right, Mommy Birdie. You are always welcome to all my golden fluff that you need to keep your babies warm and snug, but I must warn you, that just because I would not eat your babies, doesn’t mean another cat won’t. So please, please, please, be careful what you put in your nest. What you might think is safe and good, may not necessarily be so. Please only use my fur and no other cat’s fur, and teach your babies to be very wise and to examine everything inside and out to determine what is good.” Mommy Birdie was so happy that her babies were safe and sound and further, that Buttercup was such a lovely cat. And from that day on, Buttercup and Mommy Birdie were the best of friends. Buttercup watched over Mommy Birdie’s nest and took very good care of the baby Birdies when they were away from the nest, never letting any harm come to either one.
And do you know what? Mommy Birdie learned such a valuable lesson and her story helps me learn that same valuable lesson. God wants me to always be discerning and to be wise and only let those things into my heart and into my home that God knows are safe and good. And do you know what else? Even times when I am not so discerning or so wise, God is so good to me, and so gentle and kind, that he watches out for me all the time, and he does the same for you. So let God help you determine what is good and also know that He watches out for you all the time too.
Philipians 1:9-11 9 And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, 10 so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, 11 filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.
Psalm 91:4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
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So off she went searching high and searching low, for something to line her little nest. She flitted into trees and into bushes, poked her beak into foxholes and barns, and then, right before her eyes, there it was! Exactly what she was looking for! Balls and balls of golden fluff! It was the softest, most beautiful fluff she had ever seen! So one by one, she excitedly plucked the balls of golden fluff, and carefully lined her babies’ nest, just so. When she was all finished, the little birdie beamed with pride and she sat down on her eggs that were snuggled safely in the leaves and twigs and bright blades of grass and soft golden fluff. She sat and she sat and she sat, looking forward to the day her babies would hatch.
Then one early morning, “chirp, chirp, chirp,” came little sounds from the eggs and one by one out came baby birds from each egg. Mommy Birdie was so happy her babies finally arrived! She loved her babies so much. She cuddled them and sang to them, and taught them songs. One day it was time to teach her babies to fly. So on a bright and sunny afternoon, she nudged her first baby bird out of the nest. The baby bird flew right away! “weeee!!” said the baby bird, and he flew all morning, making circles in the air, flying in and out of the trees and the bushes and by the pond nearby and back up into the air to start all over again. He finally got tired and turned around to fly back to his nest. He found the golden fluff and settled right and went to sleep, nice and warm.
The next morning, Mommy Birdie nudged her second baby bird out of the nest. At first this second baby bird stumbled but she flapped her baby wings with all her might and soon was flying above the dewy meadow. After a while, the second baby bird got tired and turned to find her nest. She too found the soft, golden fluff, and snuggled nicely down deep into the warmth and went to sleep.
Another morning sunrise came up the next day and Mommy Birdie set out early to gather worms to feed her babies. After she left the nest, the little baby birdies poked their heads to see the beautiful sky and one by one, they flew up out of the nest all by themselves, exploring here and exploring there, learning their way around.
Soon, Mommy Birdie came back to the nest with nice, big worms to feed her babies, but when she looked around her, she did not see her babies. “Oh no! oh No! where are my babies?” She flew all over, looking for her babies, she looked up and down and all around, but could not find her babies.
Near the barn, she looked down and saw golden fluff in the grass – but there was something different about this golden fluff and mommy birdie’s heart sank. Along with the gold fluff, were feathers strewn everywhere! Oh, how sad was the little mommy bird, because she realized what had happened.
You see, the golden fluff was cat fur, from a kitty nearby. The babies thought the golden fluff was good and safe and had landed there to rest, but from the looks of things, her babies had been eaten by the cat to whom the golden fluff belonged.
Mommy Birdie was devastated and could not even make one chirp, in such a state of grief she was. She wept and wept, very bitterly, and she flitted and flitted around the balls of golden fluff. So sad that all that was left of her sweet babies, was scattered feathers.
In the meantime, up snuck Buttercup, the cat. The cat to whom the golden balls of fluff belonged. She sat down behind Mommy birdie and slowly licked her paws and cleaned her whiskers and combed her beautiful golden tail with her tongue. “Meow,” said Buttercup to Mommy Birdie. Oh my! Was Mommy Birdie frightened when she realized there was that cat. That cat who obviously ate her birdie babies.
“Why?! Why, golden cat, did you eat my babies? My poor babies!” wailed Mommy Birdie. Buttercup tipped her head to the side not sure what Mommy Birdie was talking about. “Oh, meow, you mean the little baby birds that I came here and found sleep snuggly in my fur? Oh, I did not eat them Mommy Birdie. It’s true most cats would eat a baby bird and happily so and might even dip them in milk, but I have babies of my own and I know how I would feel if someone ate my babies.
Your babies are safe and sound in the barn. I carried them to my basket, where they are sleeping,” said Buttercup. Buttercup, you see, thankfully, was a very sweet and loving little cat. She was not only beautiful, but she was gentle and so kind, and would never hurt anyone on purpose.
“Oh thank you! Thank you golden cat, for keeping my babies safe! They must have seen the golden fur and decided it was safe to land here.” Buttercup considered what Mommy Birdie was telling her and said, “I believe you are right, Mommy Birdie. You are always welcome to all my golden fluff that you need to keep your babies warm and snug, but I must warn you, that just because I would not eat your babies, doesn’t mean another cat won’t. So please, please, please, be careful what you put in your nest. What you might think is safe and good, may not necessarily be so. Please only use my fur and no other cat’s fur, and teach your babies to be very wise and to examine everything inside and out to determine what is good.” Mommy Birdie was so happy that her babies were safe and sound and further, that Buttercup was such a lovely cat. And from that day on, Buttercup and Mommy Birdie were the best of friends. Buttercup watched over Mommy Birdie’s nest and took very good care of the baby Birdies when they were away from the nest, never letting any harm come to either one.
And do you know what? Mommy Birdie learned such a valuable lesson and her story helps me learn that same valuable lesson. God wants me to always be discerning and to be wise and only let those things into my heart and into my home that God knows are safe and good. And do you know what else? Even times when I am not so discerning or so wise, God is so good to me, and so gentle and kind, that he watches out for me all the time, and he does the same for you. So let God help you determine what is good and also know that He watches out for you all the time too.
Philipians 1:9-11 9 And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, 10 so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, 11 filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.
Psalm 91:4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
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