Then one day I found a broken blue egg on the hood of our car with egg yolk dried on the paint. Something had attacked Momma's eggs during the night! Yet, even with that mishap, she remained in the nest hatching what was left. Finally, one little baby hatched. She and Daddy Robin fed that baby faithfully until one day he too disappeared. We are not sure what got the little guy, but I did see a weasel near our stream shortly after. Thus goes the vicious cycle of life.
I thought it was over. A month passed and the nest remained empty. Then one day during the end of June I saw her sitting on the nest again. She was giving it another try! I really hoped this time she would be successful. She sat through the hottest week of the year, with her beak hanging open. She looked miserable, but still she stayed.
Then the glorious day arrived when three babies hatched. I loved watching their little necks poke up whenever she came to feed them big mouthfuls of bugs. I loved watching their necks poke up when I tapped the bottom of the light too, just to see their cute little beaks and hear their squeaks.
A few days ago I had a little scare for her. I had tapped the light and only one poked up, but he seemed weak and did not tweet at all. I wondered if they were all right. I had not seen Momma around to feed them. Were they starving in there? After church that night the boys put out the garbage and Momma bird was no where to be seen. I sat on the step nearby, watching and waiting for Momma to return. Every so often, from the light that glowed underneath the nest, I would see a little head raise up and open wide, begging for something to eat. My heart broke. Momma was gone and they were going to freeze in the night air without her warm body to shelter them. I went inside to get ready for bed, but had to look out one more time. No silhouette of Momma on the nest.
I had to actually make a point to lay it in God's hands and pray that He would take care of them. If He watched over even the sparrows, certainly He knows these little robin babies too. I woke up in the middle of the night, still seeing that little baby begging so pathetically in the light. Were they okay? Again, I had to lay my burden at the feet of Jesus and trust Him to care for them.
That morning I could not wait anymore. I was out earlier then normal, sitting on the step, watching to see if Momma was going to come around. The grass around me was silent. Usually I saw either Mom or Dad looking for worms, not far from the nest. There was nothing. I waiting for half an hour. Still nothing.
"Lord, if there is a parent still alive, bring one around so I can see that they are still being taken care of!"
I grabbed a ladder and a mirror so I could look into the nest. The three babies had grown quite a bit! Their eyes were open and they had feathers! My heart felt a little better. Those feathers would have kept them cozy during the night. And the fact that they were growing gave me hope. I put the ladder away and walked around. Just as I came around the corner of the house I saw one of the parents fly up and feed those baby birds. My heart began singing for two reasons: one, because I did not have to spend the next week of my life feeding baby birds, and two, because God answered my prayer and reaffirmed to me that I can trust Him.
I looked it up later and found that as the babies grow, there is not much room for the mother. She actually leaves them in the nest alone and goes off to a nearby tree to watch over them and rest. (The reason why they did not cheep as much either was because their eyes were open and they saw that it was not Momma there. They were growing wiser too).
To me it looked like they were left alone. And probably to those birds it felt like they were left alone too. But she and daddy were not far away, watching over their little brood with their all-seeing eyes. They were not abandoning them. They were not letting them fend for themselves. It was just a time in their lives that was necessary for them to learn how to trust as they grew up.
God is like that too. We may feel like God is not there with us. We may feel alone and abandoned. But He is always close by, ready to help in our time of need. He has His all-seeing eyes that will never stray from us. As we grow in our spiritual life, He has lessons He wants us to learn, sometimes taking longer than we want in coming back with an answer. We just need to trust Him, lay our worries at His feet, and very soon He will come back with a 'beakful' of blessings for us.