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“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:17 (NIV)

The traffic light had just turned red and I was sitting in my car, waiting for it to turn back green, so I could keep on going towards my destination. As I sat there, my eyes caught an interesting scene: standing on an electric cable there were several tiny birds. I noticed they were not all sitting side-by-side, as there would be two or three of them, then a couple of spaces, then five or six more, and a few other spaces between them. What really sparked my interest was the fact that the small creatures would bounce from their groups and fly into one of the empty spots, taking turns. I imagine that Walt Disney would figure out a musical tune to go with those little birds’ actions. I almost did.

It seemed almost as if the birds did not want there to be empty spaces between them and their friends, so they kept on moving around to fill the empty spots. They did not jump up and down to call the others’ attention; they simply took off and flew towards the next little bird who had an empty spot beside it.

We are just like those little birds; no one person really wishes to be segregated from her friends. Naomi had Ruth; Job had his friends, and so did Daniel; Esther had Mordecai, and so forth and so on. Good friends are gifts from God; a good friend is an encourager, a prayer warrior and a comforter of others. A good friend senses the need of her friend and moves towards her to help, sometimes with a kind word and sometimes with a prayer, but always ready to lend a hand and a shoulder.

Take a few moments to pray and ask God which friend may be needing your presence in her life right now. She may be right there, and you have not noticed the need. Reach out and make yourself available. You will be thankful you did.

“Lord, sometimes we are full of ‘busy’ and forget the small things. Please awaken within us a desire to bless others instead of building up castles that moth can destroy.”

For His Glory

Luska Natali
TRBC Women’s Life