The past couple of nights some guys from a small group I'm in at church, as well as my 5 year old son (trying to teach him early to care about people), have gone to the home of an older lady in our church who needed assistance with some minor repairs and maintenance (mowing, trimming, fix-it projects) around her house.
Last night, one of the guys and I were trimming back a bush; one of those bushes that is a combination rosebush/old tree/vine-covered mass. The kind where, even while wearing work gloves, you can easily get cut because you can't tell what you're dealing with. In the middle of our "trim it to the ground" assault on the bush, we stopped suddenly when we noticed, hidden underneath a cluster of vines, a small bird's nest containing five speckled eggs. I'm amazed that in our effort to complete our work that we even noticed the neatly prepared home of a very industrious mother bird.
And that got me to thinking, how many times in life do I get so focused on a task that I overlook the beauty all around me? Or how often do I not see the forest for the trees? Or, more recently, miss the beautiful eggs and nest hidden beneath tangled vines?
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