A bird flew into my window this morning. Both the cat and I jumped, then went to check what the commotion was. I didn't actually see the bird - he obviously flew away, even if he was somewhat dazed. I knew what had happened though. It happens quite frequently around here. I have large windows, and living in the country provides a myriad of feathered friends! (I love my Feathered Friends by the way!) I'm not quite sure why the birds want to visit the inside the house, but they do.
I think that we are often like these birds. We think we want to be someone or live someplace other than who or where we are. We are outside looking in. Oh....it looks grand in there, but really, is that where we want to be? I don't think that bird would enjoy being inside my house. Quite the opposite! He'd be panicked. He'd embarrass himself by pooping everywhere - which wouldn't make his hostess very pleased! Then there is the cat! Ohhhhhh Nooooooo!
How often do we look in at people's lives and want to be them, or have what they have? I used to do that much more frequently than I do now. What we have to remember is that what we are seeing is from the outside of the window. For example: the Princess! Everywhere you look these days it's all about the princess. I propose that we should really see what being "Princess" means. She always has to be politically correct, eat whatever is placed in front of her, and be very careful about emotional displays. She always has to look good (and generic, by the way. Have you ever seen a princess in "to die for" shoes?) She always has a camera in her face just waiting for the moment she lets her guard down. You can be sure that the world will know it if she messes up! So...do you really truly want to be a princess? I certainly don't! I'll take my comfy jeans and quiet times with my kindle any day! (Have you seen the new one? So coooollll - Sorry, I digress!!)
It seems that every time I want something other than what I have, there's a barrier there. After a few moments (or days...or weeks...) I come to realize that what I thought I wanted isn't what I need at all. What is it that keeps me "out"? I'm not sure. Maybe it's God's hand protecting me from something - or someone - even though I can't see it at the time. The glass is definitely there though. Sometimes I can just fly by it and not sense any yearning at all, and sometimes I head with reckless abandon straight toward the glass! These are the days when I just have to pick myself up, although a little dazed, and be content with who and where I am. It's not so bad out there! In fact, I'm rather happy in my own nest.
Gratitude for:
- My feathered friends
- my life not as a princess!
- peace and contentment in my own nest
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