One year, as spring was just beginning, my husband and I noticed a special little something on our front door. In the hustle and bustle of a new baby in our home, I had forgotten to take down our Christmas wreath and a pair of house finches had decided it would be the perfect place for a nest. They had carefully woven together bits of nature and made a nice little home for themselves right there on my screen door.
Well… I guess we’ll have to keep spreading Christmas cheer until the birds are done with this wreath! I’m sure our neighbors wondered why on earth our wreath was up until the end of May! But I wasn’t about to kick the finches out!
It was so sweet to watch our little finch family. And I had never seen a nest up that close. How much time had it taken them to build it? Each piece of grass and fluff had been carefully woven in to create a soft, sturdy bowl for their babies. I noticed the materials they had chosen, mostly grasses and twigs, but a few curious items that I couldn’t quite identify. That got me thinking: If I were a bird, what would I use to build my nest?
Intentional “Nest Weaving”
Our days press on so quickly, don’t they? Laundry piles up and dishes never cease. There are books to read and snuggles to give and lessons to learn, and through it all I can’t help but think that, in a way, I am building a nest of my own. I am carefully (and sometimes clumsily) weaving together a home.
Mine is not woven with grasses and twigs, but with moments, words, actions, and memories.
That is such a convicting and challenging thought! What kinds of words have I been using to build my home? What things have I done this week to make my “nest” comforting and sturdy? And what kinds of moments have I shared with my family?