birdy lessons

What can one learn from a bald, tiny, squeeky, baby budgie?
Compare yourself and that bird and the relationship there to God and yourself and the relationship there.
Yes, I don't think comparing my blundering efforts of saving a chick to God's omnipotent work is very fair, but it does make a point, and that is all that I am trying to do.
I could hold that bird in one hand. It fit perfectly. I could see, and feel its heart beating. I could see its need. I longed to care for it as best I could. I could hear its pitiful peeping. I could feel it feeble efforts to kick against my hand, to go its own way. I could see it trying to walk on wobbly legs, moving slowly, falling over.  (I'm going to make myself cry!) I think you get the picture though.
How does that liken to me, and God's watch over me?
I fit in His hand, perfectly. Where could ever be safer? When God is looking after me, in His care, why should I be afraid? That bird, for all its thrashing, would also, many times lie, with its head resting against my finger and fall asleep in my care. Should I do any less? "because He cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7
God can see me, and He can see through me. Not only in such a way to see my heart beat, and see the food in my gullet, but more than that. He sees my thoughts, my fears, my needs. He sees my wounds, like the one on the birds wing and He can do a much better job cleaning them up.
God knows what I need to live. He feeds me, not only physically, but on His word and by His Spirit. He cares for me, not even as I cared for that bird, and could then throw it in the compost bin, but like as a father. He cares for the sparrows, and the budgies. Much, much more He cares for me.
He hears my prayers, my peeping when my wounds are hurting. He cares for me, He helps, He wipes away my tears and fears. Birds don't cry, at least, not that I know of. I do know that with the pain that the chick had, if it had cried, I would have carefully dried away its tears. As it was, it could barely open its eyes to look at the world around it. I am also, so blind to what is around me, to the good and the bad. We struggle to open our eyes, and to understand. My eyes are open however, to see God's care in my life.
When I struggle and kick against God's hand, He doesn't drop me. He helps me to rest in His care. He doesn't confine me, but guides me in my paths of discovery, to learn, to grow. I try to go my own way, fail, and turn back to God. Now all I want is to snuggle as close in the palm of His hand as is possible. He keeps me from stumbling, picks me up when I am weak and fall over. He gives strength, and guidance to choose the right path. He cares for me like I did that nameless chick, but infinitely better. And when I die, I know that I shall be safe in glory with Him, to praise Him in all eternity for all the good He has done for His flock.
"Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God.
"Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows." Luke 12:6-7.