The sunbird--one of the tiniest of birds, a native of India--builds a pendant nest, hanging it by four frail threads, generally from a spray of valaris. It is a delicate work of art, with its roof & tiny porch, which a splash of water or a child's touch might destroy.
Amy Carmichael tells how she saw a little sunbird building such a nest just before the monsoon season, & felt that for once bird wisdom had failed; for how could such a delicate structure, in such an exposed situation, weather the winds & the torrential rains? The monsoon broke, & from her window she watched the nest swaying with the branches in the wind.
Then she perceived that the nest had been so placed that the leaves immediately above it formed little gutters which carried the water away from the nest. There sat the sunbird, with its tiny head resting on her little porch, & whenever a drop of water fell on her long, curved beak, she sucked it in as if it were nectar. The storms raged furiously, but the sunbird sat, quiet & unafraid, hatching her tiny eggs.
We have a more substantial rest for head & heart than the sunbird's porch! We have the promises of God! Are they not enough, however terrifying the storm?
"Like a bird that found its nest,
So my soul has found its rest
In the centre of the Will of God."
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