Please take the time to read this Blog by my sweet friend, Sarah Price. Many parents will relate. Many of us can look back and see how we were like the first baby bird years ago…and maybe some of you are there now! We don’t always have to learn the hard way…
All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterwards it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness.
Once upon a time, there was a mother bird…a little nuthatch.
(Why a nuthatch? Why not? I like them. They have cute little heads, neat coloring, and small, round bellies. They are different. Frankly, I don’t think we talk about nuthatches enough. Oh, we hear plenty about chickadees, sparrows, cardinals, robins, blue jays, hummingbirds…but no one really talks about nuthatches so today, my mother bird is a nuthatch!)
She had two baby birds. The first baby bird was very active, always wanted to learn how to fly, didn’t want help to learn how to fly, and then, when he found out it was difficult to fly, do you know what that baby bird decided to do? He…
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