“FEATHER YOUR NEST”
Words I saw painted on an outside wall of a store in Dundee, MI.
I thought about the words.
A gentle command to turn your house into a cozy place.
Not a showcase.
Not a gigantic window display.
But a home.
So many thoughts filled my mind as I drove down country roads to my own nest.
It isn’t feathered very well.
Sure, there’s furniture inside.
Blankets, pillows, some things that I love,
But it isn’t feathered.
Birds build their nests from sticks and mud, but then they look for soft things to make it warm.
God put that instinct inside of them.
And he put it inside of us, too.
I both love and hate where I live.
It is refuge, the place I landed when I had to go.
I had almost nothing yet everything at the same time,
because I had peace.
Why would I hate it?
Because my children aren’t in it.
I was baker, I was chef,
I was homeschoolMommy.
I guess that’s why it isn’t very feathery.
But it’s been three years now.
And God was gently nudging when I read that painted wall in Dundee.
“Feather your nest, Alma. It’s time.”
And I agree with Him.