We have a mourning dove nest in our backyard in the bougainvillea. Since this is such a thorny location, it seems the perfect place to be for protection. Sure enough, Nala, our dog, is very interested in what is going on in that nest, but can't do a thing about it.

Now, a couple of eggs have hatched and there are two chicks. We check the nest every day to see what is going on with the dove family. Mourning doves are always in our yard or flying over. Hundreds over time. One, pretty much, looks the same as another. Yet, these doves are attended to.

I think I am clearer on the meaning of God knowing every sparrow (Luke 12:6-7). Or mourning dove. He attends to every one of them and knows them better than I ever will.

I guess if he knows about the arrival of the two new chicks, he knows about our children, too. When I see the birds I am reminded that our brood is also in good hands.

Even when they leave the nest…

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