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went to tim hortons for a coffee treat yesterday, and just sat outside on the picnic table and watched. people, traffic, birdies.
there was a pair of birds that were scavenging under a different picnic table and while they both seemed almost the same size, one was definately behaving like a babe. it was following around the adult, hop, hop, ruffle feathers, chirp chirp, loud noisy, demanding chirps. mama (or papa?) bird was picking up stuff from the ground, and turned around and deposited it into the open mouth of the baby which was always practically right behind it. and oh, demanding!! cheep! cheep! CHEEP!!! no quiet peeps, these. reminded me of a two year old demanding a cookie and about to go into a fit if it didn't get one. i could just see the baby birdie going into a shivering, flapping fuss if it wasn't getting fed. what it got fed was no choice of it's own, but what the adult bird put in it's mouth. but fed - now - is what it demanded.
do i follow my Papa around like a hungry birdie? demanding - and expecting - food for the day? what ever food is His will??? that He is ever faithful to turn around in response and deliver???
sadly, i do not.
change me, Papa. make me hungry... make me demanding... make me expectant.
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