Focus    on Purpose
Focus    on Purpose
If I have faith to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing
Focus    on Purpose
If I have faith to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing
© Focus On Purpose July 2017

“Weepoo”

“If you love something set it free. If it

comes back to you, it is yours; if not, it was

never meant to be.”

Freedom in which Love is a Choice

About 6 weeks ago, I rescued a little fledgling dove who was definitely going to be dove-pie for kitty supper that night. Though putting on a brave front to the cats, she allowed herself to be scooped up and taken care of.  As I carried little Weepoo  inside, I stepped into a most delightful journey of discovery as she began to reveal her unique personality; what a feisty and comical character she is! After 3 weeks Weepoo let me know she was ready to be set free. Without hesitation, as she noticed the open window, she flew out into the big outside world. Letting her go felt so wrong; she was so young and vulnerable and it was so cold and hostile out there ... The next morning I woke early, made her porridge and went out into the cold morning, praying she would be there. As the patio door opened, Weepoo came sweeping into the backyard with a very angry Olive Thrush after her! She was stressed and very cold, but when she came at the clinking of the spoon against the cup, a deep sense of goodness drenched my heart to a depth never reached while she was in the safety of the house. Noticing how cold and miserable she looked each morning and evening, my heart was so sore – it didn't feel good or right... But each day Weepoo came back for breakfast, lunch, and supper. As each day passed the friendship increased, and the feeling of goodness swelled. Eventually she began to call me for her midday meal, and even sat on my head and shoulder. The depth of joy ran continuously deeper because her responses were completely voluntary. Even now that she no longer needs to fed, Weepoo keeps coming home because she chooses to. There was never a need to sit on my head or shoulder; that was her choice; this feeling of joy could never be matched with a bird in captivity, for she chooses to come close. Weepoo is a wild bird, and free in her own environment, but she chooses to come... This is the goodness God desires for us compared to our own discernment of what is good. God's goodness included what was good and best for Weepoo too; and the life-giving goodness that came from that, far exceeded the goodness that I would have felt had I kept her 'safely' in a cage. That would have felt good to me and it would have avoided some heartache, but it would not have been good for her; she would have spent the rest of her life in captivity, never experiencing the freedom for which she was created. Her freedom and sense of well-being comes at a price for Weepoo too; she needs to learn the 'laws' of the avian world and learn how to take care of herself in her hostile environment. But the goodness of true freedom can never compare with the bars of captivity, no matter how safe they appear from the outside. In the same way, God gave us freedom and there is nothing that warms His heart more than when we embrace our freedom and choose to use it to engage in an ever-deepening intimacy with Him. (DISCLAIMER: It is by no means the intention of the author to bring offense to any who keep birds in a loving and responsible way in approriately-sized cages. This story merely expresses the felt experience of the author and is intended for the purposes of the stated illustration alone.)
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Focus    on Purpose
If I have faith to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing
© Focus On Purpose July 2017

“Weepoo”

“If you love something set it free. If it

comes back to you, it is yours; if not,

it was never meant to be.”

Freedom in which Love is a Choice

About 6 weeks ago, I rescued a little fledgling dove who was definitely going to be dove-pie for kitty supper that night. Though putting on a brave front to the cats, she allowed herself to be scooped up and taken care of.  As I carried little Weepoo  inside, I stepped into a most delightful journey of discovery as she began to reveal her unique personality; what a feisty and comical character she is! After 3 weeks Weepoo let me know she was ready to be set free. Without hesitation, as she noticed the open window, she flew out into the big outside world. Letting her go felt so wrong; she was so young and vulnerable and it was so cold and hostile out there ... The next morning I woke early, made her porridge and went out into the cold morning, praying she would be there. As the patio door opened, Weepoo came sweeping into the backyard with a very angry Olive Thrush after her! She was stressed and very cold, but when she came at the clinking of the spoon against the cup, a deep sense of goodness drenched my heart to a depth never reached while she was in the safety of the house. Noticing how cold and miserable she looked each morning and evening, my heart was so sore – it didn't feel good or right... But each day Weepoo came back for breakfast, lunch, and supper. As each day passed the friendship increased, and the feeling of goodness swelled. Eventually she began to call me for her midday meal, and even sat on my head and shoulder. The depth of joy ran continuously deeper because her responses were completely voluntary. Even now that she no longer needs to fed, Weepoo keeps coming home because she chooses to. There was never a need to sit on my head or shoulder; that was her choice; this feeling of joy could never be matched with a bird in captivity, for she chooses to come close. Weepoo is a wild bird, and free in her own environment, but she chooses to come... This is the goodness God desires for us compared to our own discernment of what is good. God's goodness included what was good and best for Weepoo too; and the life-giving goodness that came from that, far exceeded the goodness that I would have felt had I kept her 'safely' in a cage. That would have felt good to me and it would have avoided some heartache, but it would not have been good for her; she would have spent the rest of her life in captivity, never experiencing the freedom for which she was created. Her freedom and sense of well-being comes at a price for Weepoo too; she needs to learn the 'laws' of the avian world and learn how to take care of herself in her hostile environment. But the goodness of true freedom can never compare with the bars of captivity, no matter how safe they appear from the outside. In the same way, God gave us freedom and there is nothing that warms His heart more than when we embrace our freedom and choose to use it to engage in an ever-deepening intimacy with Him. (DISCLAIMER: It is by no means the intention of the author to bring offense to any who keep birds in a loving and responsible way in approriately-sized cages. This story merely expresses the felt experience of the author and is intended for the purposes of the stated illustration alone.)
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If I have faith to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing
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