There was once a bird who woke one morning to find she had lost her voice. As she cocked her head and opened her beak, no morning melody emerged. All day long she tried again and again with no result. Where had it gone? No one could tell her. Her silence continued on and on for days. Soon it seemed other birds began to forget she was even there. Her usual routine of time with the flock began to wane as they went about their flying and foraging without her. She realised she would need to strengthen herself before she became an easy target for prey, but venturing out on her own was risky. Days turned into months and she was finally forced to emerge from the safety of familiar trees into the open woods. To her surprise, she soon stumbled upon small collections of food hidden in the hollow of trees along the way. The other birds had been leaving a little extra behind each time they’d headed out foraging. In excitement she cocked her head and let out a song of praise!
Matthew 6:26, 27 - “Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?”
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