Unhatched Eggs

Okay, I may be carrying this Sissy blogging thing a little far, now that this is #3 with mention of her. What can I say? I have a robin rockin' my blog, and I just can't stop with the comparing myself. I relate to the girl, and that's all there is to it. Too bad she can't read (I'm assuming).

We did some big nest checking yesterday, and all we can see are two very alien-like little mouths grabbing at the air for any drop of food that should happen to fall from Sissy and Papi's beaks. They are a needy bunch. But with all the checking, all we see is two. Two babies. And we cannot see even an unhatched egg at this point. Paul said he read that only 50-60% of the eggs hatch, so she had some good odds with two-thirds. Unless the new little guys are on top of it, we do not see the egg in the nest any longer. It very well may be on the ground below the nest, but we cannot get close enough to see unless we are prepared for an air-assault from Papi.

My dear friend, Christianne, put this comment on my last blog:

It also made me think of that song, "His Eye is on the Sparrow." If Sissy's egg never hatches, it won't be because of some "accident" or some "mistake of nature." Our God knows what's going on inside of Sissy's unhatched egg, and he has a plan for Sissy. That sounds silly, but I believe it's only because we struggle to comprehend the depth and breadth of God's will and God's love. The God who cares about Sissy and her egg cares even more about what's going on inside of YOUR body and the sorrow you feel about what could have been.

What a perfect parallel. I needed that reminder that God cares just as much, even more, for me as He does for the birds.
Matthew 6:25-34
²⁵"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? ²⁶Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ²⁷Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

²⁸"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. ²⁹Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. ³⁰If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? ³¹So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' ³²For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. ³³But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. ³⁴Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

In simplest terms, God cares about Sissy's unhatched egg, and He cares for me. His creation is beautiful. God is the Author of LIFE, of HOPE. Only through our falleness do we even have all of this mess of death and dying to deal with.

Let's all send a little robin love to Sissy today. She is working her little feathery tail off, feeding those two hungry mouths 35-40 times a day. A DAY! That has to be one tired new mama. I know I'm stretching here, giving emotions to the animal species that may just not be there, but I like to think there is a little part of Sissy that is hurting right now for the egg that didn't hatch. Thinking about what could have been, if there had been three little mouths to feed instead of two.

I've also decided that when the time comes, should God give us another egg of our own, I will be wearing this. You can get them with two, three, or four eggs. I figure four is best, for the two I would have, and the two that were unhatched.