“Have you always loved squirrels?” I asked David.
He replied, “At one time I didn’t care much for squirrels. They’re all around our house. I’m more interested in bugs. But one day I saw a cat playing with a young squirrel. By the time I rescued it, the cat had injured the little fellow. I tried to help the squirrel, but I didn’t know what to do. It died the next day, in my hand. I was sad.”
David studied about how to care for rescued, orphaned squirrels. Six months later his next little helpless squirrel came along. “I named him Crockett,” David said. “He was so young that I had to feed him every three hours, even through the night. But I didn’t mind the sacrifice. It was a good feeling to help Crockett. I made a difference in his life.”
Have you ever felt like an orphan?
I have. It was my first birthday after the death of my Mother. She had always celebrated my birthdays. My Dad had moved to Heaven twelve years earlier. Now, although a beautiful family surrounded me, I, for the first time felt like an orphan. I had no parents to celebrate with me. But in the middle of my sad feelings, God rescued me.
God stepped into my thoughts that morning and reminded me that He knew and was with me even before I was formed and that He knit me together in my Mother’s womb.
How beautiful, not only did God know me before I was born, He planned for me, for my birthday!
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Psalm 139:15-17
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