LYING on the porch swing the other day, enjoying the friendly shade, I suddenly became aware of something unusual happening nearby. A little wren sat on the top of a post, and making as much noise as it could. The little bird had now gained my attention, but that did not satisfy it. It kept up a constant flow of chirping. Then, darting forth, it perched upon the arm of the swing itself, at my very feet, and kept up its noisy chattering.
I realized that something more was expected from me, so as I knew where the little wren’s nest was, I hurried in that direction.
Rounding the corner of the house, the cause of all the commotion was a cat which apparently had made plans to dine on the little wren’s babies. But her best laid plans had been thwarted by the God-given instinct of the mother bird. The cat hastily retreated when I appeared.
Now that the danger was at an end, and peace restored, little Mrs. Wren, sitting on the telephone wire, heartily poured out her sweetest song of thanksgiving and praise for such full and free deliverance.
The Lord’s ears are ever open to hear our cry. He waits to be a Saviour and a Friend to you if you will put your trust in Him, dear reader.
ML-10/02/1966