A Little Birdie Told Me

Darren and I were sitting in Outback Steak House at Lake Nona weeks ago. My seat faced the side of the building with windows shadowed by some type of screening. The view was not the same as looking through clear glass. Instead, it was more like a colored shadow. We were talking when a movement outside the corner window caught my eye, and I realized a small cardinal was  periodically pecking at the window. At least that's what I first thought. After awhile, I understood the bird was trying to fly through the window and kept hitting the glass wall. I gave up on the bird when the blue cheese salad wedge arrived, and soon got lost in medium rare steak and brown bread.

Darren and I were, again, at Outback the other night, but this time, we sat in the booth by the corner window. Shortly after sitting down, I heard a slight noise and looked out the window. Weeks after my first sighting, a small cardinal, I'm sure it must have been the same one, was flying at the window over and over trying to get inside. Unbelievable! That little, red bird NEVER gave up. Well, it did finally leave for a short time during dinner, but before I had eaten my last bite of brown bread and butter, it came back and, peck!

I've thought of that bird often this week. Unfortunately, it reminds me of myself at times, and humanity in general. What's up with our continuous window ramming, even when it should be evident it's not working?
People are coming and going through open doors just a few feet down. Maybe it's not about getting inside. Maybe our brains become so addled from the whip lashings, we forget there are other important and even wonderful things we could be doing such as flying. That would be nice, but nope! We just keep flying into glass walls, addicted to the pain. I've always wanted to say this, "need I say more?"

In case I don't write again before Sunday, have a very Merry Christmas! Fly little birdies! Fly!

When I was a child, I spoke like a  child. I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put away childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then we will see face to face.

I Corinthians 13: 11-12

Peace. Love, Linda