Saturday, May 30, 2009

Lazarus

I haven't posted here in a month. I appreciate the e-mails I've received wondering where I am. It is a nice feeling to be missed, and have others notice when you aren't where you normally are. Contrary to the suspicions of Marcy, at Blessings Each Day, I am not trying to see how many comments I can tally up between extended postings. Hardy har, Mar. ;-)
Just as when I took a break over the Christmas and New Year holidays, I find my absence here indicative of the time of year at hand. Spring has been calling me outdoors. We have some pretty uncomfortable weather in these parts during the summer. It gets really hot, and really humid. I know that any work I do outdoors has to be done in the spring, because once the temperatures register in the upper 90's, with high humidity to boot, I begin my summer hibernation. Air-conditioning, thou art my friend!
We had a bad storm around here a few weeks ago. Trees toppled all over town. We didn't lose any of our trees, but a very large limb (the size of a small tree!) did break off and land in our front yard. I awoke before daylight to the sound of the fierce wind and driving rain. I began to pray, as did Mr. Studley. That huge limb could so easily have fallen toward our house, but I think a mighty angel forced it the other direction.
In the early afternoon, the day of the storm, Mr.S was cleaning storm debris from our front lawn when he came inside and said "you'd better come look at this". The forboding in his voice made me want to do just the opposite! I followed him around the corner of the house to see a dead baby bird lying on it's back in the grass. Flies were crawling all over it, in it's eyes, and down in the crevices of it's feathers. I said "it's dead", frankly wondering why he wanted me to look at a dead bird. He said he thought so, too, until he nudged it with his foot and saw it move. I picked up a tiny branch with leaves and used it to shoo the flies away. When I touched it's head, it did move, ever so slightly.

Mr. Studley asked me if there was anything we could do for the bird. It had obviously been lying there on it's back since the pre-dawn hours when the storm occurred. First of all, it had gone too long without being fed, considering it was now afternoon. Baby birds don't drink water. They receive their hydration from the food their mother feeds them, and she does so about every 15-20 minutes of daylight hours at that stage of life. This little fellow wouldn't have had anything to eat since dusk the evening before when mom settled in the nest to roost for the night. I knew he was likely dehydrated, and pneumonia was probably settling into his lungs; aside from the fact that he appeared to have a broken back.
I told Mr. S that the bird would die, but I couldn't bear leaving it to die in the grass with flies crawling all over it. I got a small box from the house, and lined it with a piece of old, soft t-shirt from the rag bag. It's legs were extended straight out, and it was as stiff as a board. I gently placed it in the box, and walked toward the house. Mr. S asked if I'd prayed for it. I said, "yes, I did. I asked God to take it quickly, so it would be out of it's misery". He, ever the optimist, who walks in great faith, said "why didn't you pray and ask God to heal it?". Insert eye roll. Somehow, I just knew he was going to ask me that! It isn't that I don't think God's capable of healing a bird. It was my own lack of faith I was doubting. I was reminded of the scripture that we are all given a measure of faith. God is no respector of persons. Jesus lives inside of me, and He has complete faith. Therefore, so do I.
I have prayed prayers of healing before, both for people and animals. As I stretched forth my hand toward this little bird, I had a sense that something was different. I slowed myself down, realizing this was no time for hurrying. As I placed my hand on that little bird's broken body, I closed my eyes and imagined the very hand of Jesus stretching forth, healing that little bird. It wasn't a goosebump feeling, or a bright light shining from Heaven. It was simply an awareness of Who lives in me. It gave new meaning to my mind of the scripture that says "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Philippians 4:13).
I carried the box through the house to the garage, and placed it on the chest freezer. I knew it would be safe from the cat there. It was a busy day, as you can imagine. My son and his buddy arrived with a chainsaw and a chipper shredder to clean up the tree limb from the yard. After about an hour, I went out and checked the bird. When I touched him, he tried to raise his head, which was more movement than before. I truly didn't give it much thought, then went on outside to help with the clean-up. About an hour after that, I thought to check him again. This time, he'd pulled one leg up under his body. The other leg remained stiffly extended. Back I went to helping clean. This time, I let a couple hours go by before thinking to check on him. Both legs were now pulled up under him, though he still lay stiffly.
After all the clean up was done, Mr.Studley had gone off to the shower, and my son and his buddy left to return the equipment. I again remembered to check on the bird. As I looked in that box, he was sitting there. I said "well, hey there, fella, how're you doing?". If you've ever had any dealings of caring for baby birds (fledgelings) in the wild, you'll know they are terrified of you for the first day or so. If you attempt to capture one whose on the ground, you have to be so very careful, as they'll injure themselves trying to get away from you. The only time I do try and capture one is if I know it's orphaned, or Mamma is nowhere around, and cats are. As I looked at the little bird and spoke to it, he remained quite calm, apparently unafraid of me. SO unafraid that he hopped from the box onto my finger! This was so amazing, for as I said, a normal bird would be trying desparately to escape if physically able. This bird came toward me. He just sat there on my finger looking at me. A bird, that several hours before lay seemingly dead in the grass. Folks, that is what I call a miracle.
I walked outside with little newly named Lazarus on my finger. My son had arrived back home by this time. I asked him to take some pictures before I released Lazarus. I walked around the yard for several minutes, hoping Lazarus would call his mommy. By this time, Mr.Studley had come outside and was staring in amazement at the bird he'd last seen looking dead hours earlier. After a few minutes, Lazarus cried out in that hungry cry that says "Mom, I'm hungry, what's for dinner"? You know how it thrills your heart when your child who has been sick finally says "I'm hungry?" After a couple of times of doing that, I noticed a Robin flying into the tree above our heads. She began circling around from branch to branch. It was Mamma Robin! I placed little Lazarus on a low lying branch in a small tree, then retreated to the porch to observe. Mamma Robin flew straight to Lazarus. After giving him a once-over, she flew to the ground, quickly got a worm, then flew back to the tree to feed Lazarus. We watched this for about 15 minutes, then went inside. The next morning, Lazarus still sat in that same spot, and Mamma Robin was still feeding him every few minutes.
That afternoon, they left the tree, but we continued to see them in our yard and the neighbor's yards for the next week or two. We knew it was them, because little Lazarus would hop along behind her as she was searching for food. When she got something, she'd take it to him. His little wings would start to flap excitedly as he gobbled down his dinner. Over a period of several days, we watched this, and saw Lazarus growing, and eventually flying. We were reminded of God's goodness and His power each time we watched them. Lazarus is now full grown, and we can no longer pick him out from the other birds, but we know he's fine. God is good!


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Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons. Freely you received, freely give.

~Matthew 10:8 New American Standard

67 comments:

Farm Chick Paula said...

My stars.... you disappear for a month then come back with an awesome post like this.... *sigh*...how can I possibly stay mad at you now? LOL

Some of the greatest blessings in my life have come from an orphaned or sick animal that God has used for His glory, so I know where you're coming from. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story. sweetie!

Eileen said...

This is a beautiful story!
At first I was sad, then I was hopeful, then I was amazed and rooting (out loud!) for that little bird, "Come on! You can do it!" And then the joy because once again the realization that our God is a Mighty God!

And Lazarus ~ how PERFECT!

I loved this miracle! Thanks for sharing!

Joansie said...

I loved the story of Lazarus, Renna. Your husband (and yourself...but I knew that) have a very sensitive heart.

I love the music on your blog!!!! What is the name? I know I know it but can't think of it right now.

Tipper said...

Well you re-entered blog land with a bang up post! What a beautiful tribute to your love-the bird-and most of all to God's Amazing Power!

Amy said...

What a beautiful story!

I've missed you Renna!

Blessings each day said...

Here I am, here I am...at least I'm not #5520 this time!

When I first saw the Lazarus word in your post, I thought it would be YOU coming back from the blogland of the "dead", so this is such a perfect heading for your post!

Welcome back, sweetie pie and thx for a happy ending story as those are my favorite kind.

And baby birdies are so precious...he needed your TLC!

blessings and hugs,

marcy

nikkicrumpet said...

Holy cow...what an awesome story!!! That poor little bird didn't seem to have a prayer...and now you have a feathered friend for life lol. How very cool!

cinnamongirl93 said...

God is so Good! Thank you for sharing this testimony of your faith and the power of the Lord Jesus! So inspirational.
I pray that this story will touch many hearts.
Blessings to you!

kim said...

Such a sweet story and a sweet little bird. Thanks for sharing.

WhiteStone said...

Wow! I join the others in saying, "What a story!" So glad Lazarus is back in the land of the living! Thanks for coming back to share that with us!

Tins and Treasures said...

Renna, that is such an amazing story...I've had to read it twice already. I'm glad that you and your home were spared in the storm...and glad that the little bird landed in your yard to care for him. Take care ~Natalie

Nancy said...

Lazarus looks like a robin, one of my favorite birds. If he is a robin, he will return to your home next year. What a blessing.

nannisandi said...

What a great story for your blogging return. God is indeed good! We have experienced the "dead hamster" tragedy many times but no ammount of praying helped!!We said "God knows best" Good to have you back.

Wanda said...

That is one amazing story...what a lovely thing you did...your thoughtfulness saved him...

Marguerite said...

That's an amazing story. Thanks for taking the time to write it.

And welcome back!

Kimmie said...

Oh Renna, Oh Renna;

I LOVE THE POWER OF PRAYER and the workings of God's power!!!!

Thank you for sharing Lazarus with us. Bless his little birdy body...and God bless you and your dear hubby for taking time to care for such a weak little thing.

(((hug)))
Kimmie
mama to 7
one homemade and 6 adopted

Wool Winder said...

What an uplifting story! I love happy endings. Great photos too.

Busy Grandma Elsie said...

Well this is worth waiting for dear ...
It has started my monday off on the right foot. Blessings to you and Mr.S
Elsie <><

Debra said...

Oh Renna, This made me cry, remembering the baby robin we found and raised back to health. God did use your little fellow to remind me to simply have faith. Thank you so much.
Love, Debra

Shannon said...

What a touching story! Faith shall carry us through!

Melony at Whimsy Daisy! said...

Renna, wren-a. What a sweet story in so many different ways. I'm so glad you are posting again. I was thinking you had a hitch in your knitch. Enjoy your air-conditioning and we'll enjoy your posts!

Carol said...

((((((RENNA)))))) I have tears streaming down my face. What an amazing story and testament to God! What a beautiful bird Lazarus. I love the first photo where her/his eyes are closed showing how safe s/he feels with you.

Mary said...

A wonderful story. You should submit it to a devotional publication.

kat449 said...

RENNA!!!!
My Long lost blogging friend...
Thank you for stopping by my blog, it was so nice to see you hadnt given up on me.
What an amazingly beautiful story of you, God and of course "Laz" Ohh it warmed my heart almost as much as finding your message to me. God is indeed so merciful isnt He?
Ive got mUCH catching up to do. A minute less than 2 weeks and ocunting before my 11 weeks of school/work vaca...yay blessed me!
May God continue blessing you always...in all ways, (((Kat)))

kat449 said...

OMG Renna can you please do something about my spelling error on "Counting" IM SO EMBARRASSED!!!!! LOL Thanks if you can , I apologize to everyone if you cannot! OOOPS! (((Kat)))

My Open Nest said...

I'll never see an immature Robin without thinking of Lazarus. Thanks for sharing this sweet story for your comeback. Love your music, too!

Liz said...

I'm so glad you see you're back. And boy do you ever know how to make a return! What a fantastic post! So sweet, SO loved hearing all about the little birds recovery. And what a suiting name. :)

Sharon said...

Oh Renna Gayle!!!
Thanks for sharing this heartwarming story of Lazurus. I LOVE when we see God's hand moving in our lives. Even that sweet little thing that God gave you mercy for.
I am thankful that God knows how to build our faith in His Word. I shall never forget this.

Robynn's Ravings said...

O Renna!!! Lazarus is so precious and so was your story. I have never looked at healing in the way you described and it makes the most sense. What a WONDERFUL outcome...the BEST! And a Robin no less. ;)

I had a dear cat with feline leukemia. It first showed up when he was 3 mos. old with bleeding out. He should have died. He lived on prayers of healing alone and made it seven years through many close calls. God didn't take him from me until Bo's was 18 mos. old and He knew I could finally handle it. It was truly a gift.

Thank you for this!

Emily said...

Oh wow! Yay for the little birdie!

Blessings each day said...

Helloooo...anybody home here? I'm gonna peak through the curtains...

Is this now a weekly or bi-weekly Blog?

Or are you seeing if you can beat your last all time high comment thing?

missing you.

blessings and hugs,

marcy

Stacey said...

Oh Renna! What a wonderful story. I laughed and cried, and shared it with my husband. God is SO good and He works in such amazing ways. Your story of God's healing the little bird was also healing to my heart. Thank you so much for sharing that special story. Praise God!
Stacey <><

Blessings each day said...

OKay, I'm back again and I'm trying to figure out the magic number of comments to get you to post again...if I keep on doing this and you get to a bazillion, will that be enough motivation?

Just don't be sick or be being operated on or anything weirdo wacko like that...come on...you can do a "Lazarus, aka, Renna, rises one more time"!

blessings and hugs,

sissy marcy

smariek said...

I love this story with a happy ending.

Robynn's Ravings said...

Renna, just checkin' on you. Haven't seen a new post from you in awhile and I'm hoping that just means busyness but all is well. Thinking of you. :)

Gigi said...

Awwww, so sweet Renna. We've had many bird stories at our house over the years - most ending sadly -- although we did manage to save a little baby hummingbird by putting him in a bird cage & tying it up high on our front porch where his mom could find him and take care of him until he was ready to fly away. My kids were little then and still remember this little rescue success we had.

Suzan said...

Renna!

Suzan said...

Renna!

Isle Dance said...

This is the most beautiful post ever!!!

Blessings each day said...

Just when you thought it was safe and I'm baaaack...are we at a bazillion comments yet?

How about 'Rennalazurus rises again', for a title?

Or, 'I finally got an all time high of comments so I am back by popular demand'?

Maybe, "Marcy is bugging the living daylights out of me, so this is to make her be a good girl"?

Finally, there's always 'I flew the coop along with the little bird'?

prayers and blessings for your well being and happiness,

marcy

Knitter said...

Renna, what an awesome story about God's goodness. Very encouraging.
~Christine (AbundantLifePrep)

elizabeth said...

A quick note to let you know you've been in my thoughts and prayers. We miss you! :)

MRS MJW said...

He cares about the sparrow. He is definitely GOOD! I have two baby birds outside my window in a hanging basket. I have to water it ever so gently and slightly so as not to disturb. Both parents come regularly to feed them. They just got their feathers. So cute.

Ann said...

I love your writing style. You have a great blog. Thanks!

Farm Chick Paula said...

*tap tap tap*
Hello?
*tap tap*
Anybody home?
*Sigh*
Miss you....

nannisandi said...

Hi, Renna,I know it's hot, hot, hot in Texas but we miss you. Come back soon and give us some of your chat.

Joyfulsister said...

Knock knock... ring ring!!!
Renna are you home I miss you sistah!!! Just droped by to say hello and see how you are doing!!!

Hugz Lorie

Kindred Sisters said...

What a great and honest God we serve! TY

Debra said...

I miss ya!Debra

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CiNdEe said...

Hi,
I was just thinking about you and wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving! Hope you are doing well!

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Kimmie said...

Wondering where you are Renna. Is everything okay?

Kimmie
mama to 7
one homemade and 6 adopted

AND
expecting....
from Ethiopia!

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Farm Chick Paula said...

Just thinking about you and hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.... and hope you have a Merry Christmas!

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Anonymous said...

Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!

Renna said...

Anonymous, I love your honesty. I agree about my older blog posts. I consider many of them to be crap. I actually cringe with embarrassment at some of the stuff I wrote about (my dog and her stuffed duck???). It's a gradual process, finding my voice. I appreciate your compliment.

Lala said...

I just loved your story...a similar thing happended to me but with my cat Luna...she was skinny and hurt on her leg. I found her on my front tree, it was a very hot day and she was a little tired thing. The minute she saw me, instead of running she came to me and made a "meoooow" like screaming "please help me". That was the beginning of our friendship. If I haven't rescued her...she'd ve died, I guess god sent her to my door =)

Daune said...

Hi. Wondering if you're coming back. I have your blog on my blog but you must be really busy ;o)
Have a great weekend.

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punkin said...

Hi Renna,

I enjoyed reading about the baby bird. Thank you for visiting my knitting blog. You asked how soon I started the ribbing on the fingers, and I started it at the base of the fingers so that the 1x1 rib would gently hug my fingers.

I look forward to visiting your blog again soon.

Punkin

Renna said...

Thanks, Punkin. I appreciate your response/comment. :-)

Lisa said...

Unreal! Lovely story.

Retromodgirl said...

His eye is definitely on the sparrow. What a lovely story. Thank you for sharing it!