A Rufous-sided Towhee
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A Rufous-sided Towhee

Snow had been falling steadily for seven hours and a foot of snow covered the ground. The wind was pushing tiny crystals of ice into the tiniest of cracks. Just before sundown a towhee along with a pair of cardinals and lots of juncos were stuffing themselves at a sheltered bird feeder. They seemed to know it was going to be a long difficult night.

Towhees are not supposed to find themselves in this situation. Had he stayed behind in the fall because of the birdfeeder? Had he figured, “Why make the long journey? There is plenty of food here.” Where did the towhee spend the night? Was he cold? Was he sheltered? In the morning after the storm had passed did he have access to food? Had the owners of the birdfeeder remembered to clear the snow and refill the feeder?

In Luke 12 Jesus spoke of His father’s care for the birds. In the same way our heavenly father makes sure we have access to our needs. Storms come in life and when they pass God is still there. He always was there.