The Birds Do Not Doubt

  

     We are experiencing what the weather doomcasters like to call a "brutal" storm. Single digit temperatures, wind and snow. This used to be called winter weather. Alerts about winter driving dangers sound like previews for Fear Factor. I do not enjoy driving on snowy highways, that is why I have an SUV with studded snowtires and heated seats. But for the love of Frosty, we're driving station wagons, not Conestoga wagons! I am secretly, okay not really secretly, really hoping some of the transients that breezed into northern Montana with no plan of where to live, and definitely no plan of where to work, will let these frigid winds blow them to friendlier locales--like Frisco. 

     But when I finished figuring out what everybody is doing wrong, it was a pleasure to observe what God's creatures are doing right, especially the birds.

 

The Birds Do Not Doubt

 

The birds do not doubt You

as they fluff their feathers 

against the frigid wind and weather.

Though the deepening snow will hide

so much of their food supply,

The birds do not doubt You, why do I?

 

Sheltered from the cold and wind,

I watch the swirling snow that blows,

 warm and safe looking out my windows.

I know we will have enough to eat

though snow piles many inches high.

The birds do not doubt You, why do I?

The birds do not have decades of

memories of your faithful love.

They cannot read the scriptures

to find comfort in your words.

They trust their Creator's watchful eye.

The birds do not doubt You, why do I?

The birds know loss, that life is brief,

the cruelty of Creation's curse,

yet still they search for food,

build nests, seek mates,

raise young, and sing--and fly.

The birds do not doubt You, nor should I.