He sits majestically in his tattered nest, surveying the remnants of his environment. A tornado ripped through the night before, cutting trees in two, uprooting some and destroying hundreds of nests in the rookery.
This Great Blue Heron survived the turmoil – the devastating wind – the fierce torrential rain. Now he sat, staring out over the destruction below. Many of his friends had vanished or died. The aging bird had been spared, remaining behind and lonely. Would he be able to pick up the pieces of his former life?
If God’s eye is on the sparrow, He certainly would provide for this valiant victim of the river. He would rebuild day by day, with the help of the Creator, but today he was simply a survivor – crushed by defeat, yet unaware of hopelessness.