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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Sammy the Seagull

A few months ago, my Mom relayed a hilarious story that had happened earlier in her day.

Apparently, she heard a banging noise at the front door. So, being the woman of the house, she went to investigate. When she answered the front door a seagull ran into the house.

From what I understand, he wasn’t invited in. Which, in layman’s terms means, he wasn’t welcome.
Quite shocked by the turn of events, my Mom screamed for my Dad, who being the man of the house, tried capturing the thing to save his bride.

I miss all the fun when I am not home.

The bird had flown into the front door, broken his wing, stumbled into my parent’s home, got chased out and stuck on a car roof all within minutes.

When my sister offered him bread in an attempt to build his strength (she loves animals, so much so she won’t even eat them) the seagull became all sorts of petrified and half-flew higher up onto the roof next door.

He wasn’t flying well.

And he was doing everything wrong. Without a wing working, flying higher and higher was really backing him into a corner.

I’m not sure where that broken guy is tonight in the freezing New York cold but I will tell you this, I understand why he did it.

You see, broken things will often look in all the wrong places for mending.

Sammy the Seagull did it.

He had a broken wing, was freezing his tailfeather off and decided someone in my parent’s house must be able to remedy the situation. Dazed, he walked on in.

Oh, Sammy. I get you. We get you.

Don’t we do this? We struggle with our emotions so we eat thinking that will make it better. We’ve never felt loved so we warm another’s bed thinking that will make it better. We hurt inside so we cut outside thinking that will make it better.

Only it never does.

And we become jaded.

At the first sight of bread, just like Sammy, we fly higher and higher. Away from the pain, away from the bread, away from the Only One able.

I want to personally testify our Christ is able. To not only heal our broken wings and feed us bread that nourishes; but also to restore.

The number one thing I hear from women, on a regular basis, is, “I want to know Christ and see Him in the day-to-day but I feel like I can’t. I feel far away from Him because of…” this thing I did.

Because I am broken.

Beloved, our Christ sees the beauty in broken things.

Remember 1 Corinthians 11:23, “The Master, Jesus, on the night of his betrayal, took bread. Having given thanks, he broke it and said, This is my body, broken for you. Do this to remember me. “
Remember Him today.

Remember, “This is my body, broken for you.”

This is Me, broken for you…

This is Me, taking on your sin…
This is Me, risen again…
This is Me, breaking chains…

Bring Him your broken wing today. Take His Bread. Watch as He brings beauty from the broken.

And then go on.

Do what you were created for.


Kristen is the founder and editor of Exemplify Online & Magazine. She welcomes you to stop by!



Anonymous HisFireFly said...

This is beautiful said and true.. so true..

September 17, 2009 at 8:12 AM  
Blogger Denise said...

Such a touching post, bless you.

September 17, 2009 at 9:11 AM  
Anonymous alisa said...

I live by the water, so I'm surrounded by seagulls; however, one has yet to enter my house!

When I'm feeling broken like Sammy Seagull (which seems to be often), I force myself to "be still" and know that He is God. So many times in the past I flew around trying to fix everything, and I wound up making a bigger mess!

I just need to wait on God. Many always sets things right!

September 17, 2009 at 12:16 PM  
Anonymous alisa said...

Ooops! I mean "He always sets things right," even my writing!

September 17, 2009 at 12:18 PM  
Blogger Victoria said...

What a good word from the last place you'd expect! Love your heart!

September 29, 2009 at 3:15 PM  

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