Yesterday I sat on my front porch talking to my dad on the phone. As I talked, I watched a woodpecker beat his tiny little head on the tree that shades the front of our house. Granted, I understand the basics of woodpecking (?) and know that it was not necessarily the head the woodpecker was doing the pecking, but you get the general idea.
Or maybe you don't.
Just go with it.
I watched that bird and thought to myself,
Give it up, little buddy. You're not gonna get anywhere.
But that's not right, is it?
That bird is going to get exactly what it's after. All that pecking and pounding is for a reason. It may seem ridiculous to us, and yet that pesky little creature has a God-designed mission in life. As long as he sticks to the tree and not my cedar-sided house, I have no reason to break out a pellet gun. No reason to interfere.
I watched that bird and thought to myself,
Pound away, little guy. You're on the right track.
Do you ever feel like you are beating your head incessantly on a brick wall and nobody is paying attention? Maybe they're watching you and thinking, When is that woman ever going to learn? Maybe they're watching you and thinking, Man, she makes me feel better about myself.
Maybe they're watching you and have Tylenol on stand by.
I'm thankful today for friends who wait patiently with pain reliever in hand.
1 comment:
Me too. LOVE this.
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