Thursday, November 20, 2014

Love is not Puffed Up


Love is not Puffed Up
 

When I think of being puffed up, it makes me think of birds in the winter who fluff up their feathers for protection against the elements.  Sitting alone or in a group on a wire weathering it out.
 

When we puff up we are doing the same.

Protecting ourselves from the elements
People
Disappointment
Abuse
Being Used
Neglect
Exhaustion
Perfection

But I see our Father picking us wee birds up in his hands and saying I know you little one; let me hold you close where no weapon formed against you will prosper.
 

But I also see us flittering and squirming away from that safe spot back to our lonely wire – what silly birds we are.
 

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