The word bird came into my spirit with the new year. It made me smile. It brought my mind to a place of singing, melodies, feathers, flying, freedom, and ….nests. I clearly heard –feather your nest. I started collecting feathers, and holding them close, like prized possessions . I even started planning changes to my house. After all, that is my nest , right?
All along the way, from the new year and even before, I’ve been dealing with parenting issues. Problems and prayers turned into pleading for breakthrough. I was and am walking out the steps God has given me. And then tonight a friend got a word for me. Nest . Ok. Redundant much ? Somehow there was more for me in this word. It is a timely word, and ever evolving to show me what God is speaking. She sent me the definition because she knows that language is magical to me.
Nest- the place where birds lay eggs and take care of their young .
I read it, and then I layed down in it, this word …nest , it covered me like a blanket. And it was there wrapped up , that I heard this again – feather your nest. And this time I knew, it had nothing to do with my kitchen! And everything to do with the environment around my kids. I need to place patience and encouragement in my nest in equal measures. And then I need to layer the atmosphere with laughter and love. A soft place to land . The baby birds will not always be in the nest, but they are now. I will do my best to feather it with beautiful things: prayers, and tears, seashells, and river rocks, memories and stories, truth, justice, and grace that leads to kindness. Feathering my nest, taking care of my young.