Seeking Along the Path

It was the oddest noise.

A few years ago, my husband and I were out for our morning walk and heard a peculiar sound. We stopped to listen and wondered aloud what it could be…the sound was something like a squirrel in distress, and it was difficult to pinpoint its whereabouts.

“Is it over there in the woods?”

   “No, it’s over here in this tree!”

       “Wait…listen…listen, I think it’s coming from that big bush!”

After a few minutes of this back and forth we moved on. He decided it was a bird. (It didn’t really sound like one.)

Afterwards, to my surprise, I identified it as a Yellow-billed Cuckoo. Cuckoo! I thought Cuckoos were a tropical bird, something exotic, something eccentric. But one is hanging out here in my neighborhood (and if one, probably two). Since then, I’ve heard them all about the neighborhood every summer. Since their song is so distinguishable, I’ve become alert to it and am always trying to spot one. But I haven’t laid eyes on the Yellow-billed Cuckoo yet! They are so elusive!

This photo by Michael Fogleman, shows how this cuckoo got its name. I love those bold spots on the tail feathers!

In all this searching, I’ve realized how helpful it is to have a mental picture of birds’ habits in mind as I try to find them. When I hear a wren’s song, I can imagine it on a branch or ledge that’s usually visible, with its head tilted back, beak in the air, and chest pumping. If I hear a mockingbird, I know to start looking for the high point of a tree or roofline. When I think of Brown Thrashers, I imagine their flight low across our back yard, down in the mulch, or singing from a high point. I find Nuthatches creeping along on outreaching tree limbs or moving about their trunks and Eastern Towhees on the ground under a bush or our feeder.

I realize now that the behaviors and tendencies of many different birds have become familiar to me through listening and observing their habits over time. This familiarity, these bits of knowledge, enables my understanding and delight. Recognizing their voice makes me feel acquainted. Sometimes I feel apprised of their situation by the nature of their call.

When I don’t recognize a call, I don’t know where to look since I don’t have that informed mental picture. Instead of familiarity and corroboration, there’s scrutiny because my mental slate is blank.

Reflecting on this has drawn a parallel for me in thinking of an Other who I’ve never seen. I dare say it’s because of a correlation with one of my favorite quotes.

Why is this so important?

God’s truth provides context for our lives. Like the habitat of a bird or even the context of a word in a paragraph, He has a surrounding definitive story that gives meaning with which we interpret and respond. Our responses in life are impacted, more than that—they’re governed—by what we think of Him. Maybe it goes further. Could we say our responses are what we think of Him? We interpret the circumstances of our lives based on what we believe about Him, and we respond in fashion.

It’s in the details of our days. What we think of Him is depicted not only in our actions and words, but in our motivations and goals, our thought patterns, our emotions, our longings, and our places of rest. All of these carry the impression of how we receive His love offer and how deeply we trust Him.

1 John 5:20a tells us, “…the Son of God has come and has given us understanding that we may know Him who is true.” This means that we can know Him and that God desires it so much, that he sent His Son for this purpose. Jesus, in praying before being betrayed and taken away says, “And this is eternal life, that they know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent (John 17:3).

Therefore, knowing Him rightly is crucial.

Dear reader, I can almost hear a response, “Yeah, but…” followed by question. Questions from a seeking heart are good! In fact, we can draw on the same questions I had in looking for this unusual bird.

  • How can I find Him?
  • What is He like?
  • How do I recognize His voice; how do I distinguish it in the midst of many?

Exploring these questions might raise others.

  • Where is he coming from? In Scripture He says some odd things compared to what our human nature or our culture or organized religion would say.
  • What’s His intention?

As we go into birds’ habitats to seek them out, we can do the same with the Savior, listening intently for Him. His Word is a trustworthy revelation of who He is and His dealings with us, His handiwork. It’s in spending time with Him in His Word, seeking and listening, that we learn who He is, who we are, and how to respond. In this dialogue is where we increasingly comprehend how He knows and loves us and accordingly, learn to know Him and love Him.

In the pursuit of an ever deeper understanding and relational knowledge of Him, our greatest treasure, we begin to sample all the wealth of the storehouses of our inheritance.

 Although I haven’t yet seen a Yellow-billed Cuckoo, I look forward with expectancy to seeing him one day. For now, his call validates his presence for me. I recognize his voice and hearing it escalates my desire to see him.


I always enjoy Michael Fogleman’s bird photography on Instagram @michael.fogleman.

Some other compelling Scriptures on this subject of knowing God: 1 Chronicles 28:9 (David to Solomon); Jeremiah 9:23-24 (a word from the Lord to Jeremiah); Ephesians 1:17-18 or Colossians 1:9 (Paul’s prayers for believers); Philippians 3:8-10 (Paul’s personal testimony on what matters); 2 Peter 1:2-8 (Peter to those of faith).

Hello world!

Two of our children sometimes volley openly for status of “favorite child.” Of course we deny any suggestions that such a position is obtainable, but that hasn’t yet deterred anyone’s fun in claiming it. Yet at our house this spring, we’ve developed a certain affinity toward one of our backyard birds. The Carolina Wren has definitely become the favorite! They have been our close companions during these stay at home times. Watching them is so entertaining! They’re loaded with personality, and their song … well, it’s so cheering.

The wrens built a nest in one of our hanging plants, a pink geranium just off the patio.  I suspected the nest was there, and discovered it one day when I took it down for watering. It was a burrowed-out cavity down in the dirt and had lots of eggs. I’d say at least six. They were small and had little brown speckles. I hung the plant back up, leaving it alone now except for light watering, and we watched and waited for the eggs to hatch. We knew when it happened by the non-stop trips back and forth bringing insects to the nest. After a while we could hear sounds coming from the nest as well. Sometimes it was the female responding to the male supplying food, and sometimes it was the baby birds.

 One morning I went out and, to my amazement, there was a fledgling sitting out in plain sight on one of the branches of the geranium. It was staring right at me. I was stunned. Something was wrong here! This little bird was ugly! I mean really ugly! I was expecting something tiny with a lot of down, a short tail, maybe some disproportion, but cute, or at least cute-ish. But what I saw… well, for one this bird was baldheaded with a totally naked head. Second, it was as big as the parent wrens but broader. Its beak looked prehistoric. Not only that, there was some attitude. It had a pompous expression as if to say, “I came out of this nest all by myself. I’m really grand. I do believe I rule the roost. Bring me some food!” After a bit we realized a second fledgling had emerged from the nest and was down in the foliage jumping around practicing its moves. The first one stayed put on that same branch and moved only when a parent wren appeared with food, doing all it could to nab a tasty morsel before it was fed to someone down in the recesses of the plant.

We were mesmerized. It was like when you see something really tragic or shockingly offensive, and you can’t tear your eyes away. Then the truth began to sink in — this was not a baby wren! It was a cowbird fledgling! A pair of brown-headed cowbirds had been at our feeder off and on and I remembered that they lay their eggs in other birds’ nests. Now I felt worse. Here was this huge fledgling who looked larger than its parents, perched there looking so self-important; all the while it was totally dependent on the work of the smaller, very industrious wrens. I have read about this and I know it occurs, but I didn’t like that it occurred right here with my favorite bird. And by day two, we were wondering: where are the other fledglings, the baby wrens? Why aren’t we seeing them? Have these two cowbirds prevented their feeding? I was troubled and offended by this backyard drama, trying to make sense of the seeming injustice of it.

And just like a fluttering of wings, another truth glided in and settled over me, as these familiar words spoke a gentle reminder to my heart:

Nothing in my hands I bring,

Simply to the cross I cling;

Naked come to Thee for dress,

Helpless look to Thee for grace;

Foul I to the fountain fly,

Wash me, Savior, or I die.

Rock of Ages, by Augustus Toplady

My child, you are like this fledgling – ugly, exposed, weak, helpless, and totally dependent.  Your feathers get ruffled and your mouth can be way too big. You get puffed up, and tend to focus on your own needs instead of those of others I’ve placed around you. You know how to bring offense.

Don’t be troubled. I love you with an everlasting love. You already know first-hand the love of an adoptive parent. And I have adopted you, knowing you were ugly, naked, and offensive, and brought you permanently into my family. I have rescued you and will forever protect you and provide for you. I will guide you. My grace is sufficient in your weakness; my work has secured your pardon. I will clothe you with my righteousness, a robe of white to cover your nakedness… are you still concerned about drama and injustice?

No, Lord, I’m not concerned about that anymore.

Thank you, Lord. Thank you for this tender reminder. I think it was a rebuke? But it felt so good. Thank you for supplying the fountain to which I fly. Thank you for your grace and your patience. Thank you for opening my eyes to see you, for adopting me, and providing for every need. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for speaking into my heart today.

The wrens fledged their two cowbirds, and after a week or so settled into their empty nester role. I’ve been learning their songs, the male being the most vocal, and can pick them out among other calls. They don’t migrate; they mate for life, so hopefully we’ll enjoy them for some years to come. Their sight and song will prompt a heart celebration of the gentle reminder I received. The cowbirds? I no longer feel the disdain I had, but am drawn to them now, as usually happens with those in whom we have much in common. I appreciate that they are bold in their neediness and so seemingly unaware of anything but the good gifts brought to them by adoptive parents.

Mom wren

How about you? Are you anything like me and the fledgling cowbirds? Let us reach out in grace to one another with encouragement to receive the Lord’s sacrifice that brings us life, and as we know Him better and better learn to rest in His steadfast love.


The title of this post, “Hello World!” seemed appropriate for both this fledgling and for me. This is my first post as I launch tarrythere.com, so now I’m a fledgling blogger! To learn more about my blog, about me, or about our Creator, select the About drop down in the sidebar. Thank you for visiting. I’d love to hear from you!

“Adoption is the highest privilege of the gospel. The traitor is forgiven, brought in for supper, and given the family name. To be right with God the Judge is a great thing, but to be loved and cared for by God the Father is greater.”

J. I. Packer (1926-2020)