I am blessed to have a beautiful back yard view from the place where I meet with God in the mornings. I can watch His handiwork as the seasons change. Today as autumn is in its final days and winter is signaling its arrival, my eyes have been captivated by a big brown ball of a nest that is precariously perched at the very top of spindly branches that move easily with the slightest breeze. Most of the yellow leaves are down from this tree but this bulk of weight remains.
As I watched the nest this morning, a squirrel hopped out of it and ran down one of the fragile branches. The squirrel was not careful but rather carefree. It did not spend time evaluating the risks of spending the night with such little support. Or, did the placement of the nest provide absolute safety, as no predator would be supported by this flimsy access.
I wonder how many times I worry about what looks like a risk to me when adding my “support” would actually increase my danger.
Aging can strip us of that which we have learned to lean. Is this a time when we can learn to lean on Him, alone?
What losses are pending for you? To Whom are you looking for security?