We first spotted them in the backyard. The harbinger that spring had sprung: the familiar blue eggs tucked into a cozy nest. We anticipated the birth of the baby robins along with the doting momma bird. One day, momma was spoon-feeding worms to the babies. The next day, momma was standing guard as the babies explored outside the nest, but still close to home. They grow up so fast. Momma watched as the babies stretched their wings to practice flying. Catching a draft and flying down from the fence rail was easy. However, the babies struggled to fly up, flapping their wings ferociously to make it. Momma simply observed with a worm in her mouth, ready to feed nourishment and encouragement into her little ones. They grow up so fast. I know that the day is coming when I will no longer see the momma with her babies. That’s the natural order. It is to be expected. It is to be celebrated. Mommas everywhere know that they grow up so fast.
Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.
Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.