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I’d walked 3 laps around the park, my aunt’s little white bichon ball of fluff trotting along beside me. A cold front blustered its way through the park, knocking off all the leaves.

There I was, the wind buffeting my head, trying to keep a sweet-natured dog on-task, and my mind battling frustrating thoughts, that, well, I guess just come with life.

I had been looking forward to this walk – and for good reason – but I’d forgotten. Isn’t that how sneaking those frustrating thoughts can be – to sneak you away from your intentions.

I don’t know if it was the leaves crackling beneath my feet that reminded me – but I pulled myself out of useless thinkology, looked up and asked Him to join me for a final lap.

He had been waiting all along. I realize He waits everywhere. I don’t know why here is so special – but it is. It was as though He linked His arm through mine – and off we went, plus a sweet-natured ball of white fluff not missing a step.

He pointed out the great reveal the cold front created – all the nests in the tree-tops. Squirrel nests. Bird nests. Occupied nests. Vacated-for-the-season nests.

If trees clap their hands in praise, then nests are made in the praise.

“For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands” (Isaiah 55:12)

That is where security and protection are – in the praise. Comfort lives in the praise. Home is found – in the praise.

The next day, my husband, the boys and I helped with my aunt’s Christmas lights, tree and ornament boxes, I picked up a little book on a table. Any book on a table begs an introduction.  A 4-inch by 3-inch, hard-bound, 1878 presentation book, a faith remembrance passed down to today, with scripture for each day of the year:

Squirrel Nest

“‘He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wing shalt thou trust; his truth shall be thy shield and buckler (Psalm 91:4)

He that hath made his refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head

I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God. In Him I will trust'(Psalm 91:2)” (November 23)

Within the nest of praise, He covers me like the leaves of the summer trees. Like the baby bird in the nest, protected beneath the wing of its mother, so am I protected by the Father, tucked into the nest built by faith-born praise.

“Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?” (Matt 6:26)

The act of praise opens the doors to His refuge, allowing him to settle me securely, no matter how precariously His refuge might look to the world, like a nest built of broken twigs and dried out leaves  in the thin tops of a tree – and I cannot help but trust Him. I cannot help but praise Him for never abandoning nor forsaking me.

How many nests can you find?

 

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