Their eyes are not yet opened, yet, they sense every shadow that passes over their nest. In response, they tilt their tiny heads on wobbly necks, and with open beaks,they wait,  hoping and expecting to be filled. their daily growth is evidence that they are.

 I desperately want to be like these tiny birds.  When a shadow passes over my nest- I want to turn to God, heart open and held up on my wobbly faith,  hoping and expecting him to fill and nurture me. He is surely more faithful than a mother bird.

Psalm 84

1 How lovely is your dwelling place, 
       O LORD Almighty!

 2 My soul yearns, even faints, 
       for the courts of the LORD; 
       my heart and my flesh cry out 
       for the living God.

 3 Even the sparrow has found a home, 
       and the swallow a nest for herself, 
       where she may have her young— 
       a place near your altar, 
       O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.

 4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house; 
       they are ever praising you. 

 5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, 
       who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.

 6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca, 
       they make it a place of springs; 
       the autumn rains also cover it with pools. 

 7 They go from strength to strength, 
       till each appears before God in Zion.

 8 Hear my prayer, O LORD God Almighty; 
       listen to me, O God of Jacob. 

 9 Look upon our shield, O God; 
       look with favor on your anointed one.

 10 Better is one day in your courts 
       than a thousand elsewhere; 
       I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God 
       than dwell in the tents of the wicked.

 11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield; 
       the LORD bestows favor and honor; 
       no good thing does he withhold 
       from those whose walk is blameless.

 12 O LORD Almighty, 
       blessed is the man who trusts in you.