This is the last devotional in a short series inspired by Melo, our departed Parrotlet.
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:6-7)
In the last devotional that appeared in the last Thursday’s edition of The Illustrator, I told the sad story of how Melo, our dear little bird, was killed by the sun. What I didn’t tell you, was that he went into a coma for about 9 hours before he actually stopped breathing. Knowing how heartbroken my son would be, as soon as he went into coma, we gathered around him, anointed him with oil, and prayed over him. Then we placed him in a shoebox and prayed for his healing. By the time we all went to bed a few hours later, the little guy was barely breathing, but he was still hanging on. My son, miraculously, went right to sleep.
About 2:30 in the morning, I was awoken with the strong burden to pray — something wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what. I started to pray in the Spirit, and I was impressed that I was praying for Melo. I stopped praying in the Spirit and began pleading with God for his life. But I had no peace. In the end, I knew what I had to do, and I did it: I handed him to Jesus. Immediately, I was overcome by peace. I knew that our bird was either healed, or he had died.
Hoping for the former, I asked God to give him back to me. In His ultimate love and kindness, God proceeded to give me the following little vision: I saw little Melo flying out of Jesus’ hand, free and healed. I reached up my hand to take the bird, but Jesus sadly shook His head and pulled His hands out of my reach. “No,” He said, “He’s mine now.”
Sure enough, when I came downstairs to check on him a few minutes later, he was gone.
I am ashamed to admit what I did next. I did something that I knew to be an effort in futility: I got mad at God. “Why, God?” I cried out. “What did he have to die? You could have healed him! What on earth am I going to say to my son!?” When my outburst didn’t curb my anger, I got out my journal. I fully intended for my first entry to read like this: “Why, God???”. But it didn’t. God wouldn’t let me write those words. When I put the pen to the paper, what came out went like this: “Don’t you trust me enough to know what is best for your son?”
“Well — uh — yes — uh — of course, God! Of course I — uh — I trust You . . . But why would the death of his bird be for the best, Lord? Why?”
The next words went like this: “Oh the depths of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God. How unsearchable are His judgments, how unfathomable His ways.” (See Rom. 11:33)
About this time, my son, who never wakes up in the night, came down for a drink. “No, God!” I cried in my heart. “Not now! Let him get a good night’s sleep first! Besides! I don’t know what to say to him! I don’t know how to help him through his grief! I don’t understand. How can I make him understand! Let me understand first!”
But God’s instructions were clear. “Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. Child, let go. You don’t have to fix everything in his life. Give his feelings to Me!”
Oh, that was hard! My pride dictated that I should be the one fixing my son’s problems. But begrudgingly, I did.
What followed was truly beautiful: My son and I sat down together and talked and cried, prayed, told stories and read Scripture for nearly 2 hours. The words that came out of my mouth must have come directly from God, because in the end, my son did understand. He understood that he didn’t need to understand why, all he needed to do was trust God explicitly to know what was best. And he understood that in doing so, he was opening the door to receive a blessing.
The blessing didn’t take long to come. My son had saved his money for over a year to buy this bird and when he died, he realized it would be another year before he’d have enough saved up for another bird. Later that same afternoon, we received an e-mail from the breeder who sold us Melo. He offered my son another one of his birds, for free! He said he had a clutch that would be ready in about 5 weeks, but that at this time he didn’t know if there were any blue males in the clutch.
My son was comforted by the thought that he would receive another bird and would only have to wait 5 weeks. He decided that he didn’t care if the bird was blue or green, as long as it was a male, and we proceeded to tell the breeder this.
Of course, 5 weeks did not land on a long weekend, and with the breeder being a 4 hour drive away, just going to pick him up would be burdensome. But God had something even better in mind.
The next day, we received an e-mail from the breeder stating that if my son didn’t mind a green bird, he still had Melo’s brother, and he could have him as soon as transportation could be arranged! Well, my son thought that having his bird’s brother would be almost like having his bird back, and he readily agreed. He especially liked the part about not having to wait 5 weeks!
Now there was only the dilemma of how to get the bird from point “A” to point “B”!
But God wasn’t finished. The breeder then told us that he has a friend who would be moving to our city the following weekend and he would ask the friend to bring my son his new bird!
Were we blessed, or what? And all because, like Job, my son did not curse God. Instead, he praised Him and trusted Him to know what was best! But the story doesn’t end here.
One of the things that came out of my mouth that morning as we sat and talked was “Maybe Melo’s death will help bring somebody closer to Jesus!” A week later, I ran into an old friend who was going through more problems than any human should have to bear. I was impressed to tell her about Melo, his death, and how God was providing for another bird, free of charge, transportation included, in a short period of time. When I finished the story, she told me this was exactly what she needed to hear right then!
What transpired with my friend is what inspired to writing of this final part to the story of Melo, our Pocket Parrot. My hope is that at least one of you out there will realize that though God doesn’t always prevent bad things from happening, our response to those bad things can help to dictate how much good can come out of it in the end!
My friends, I don’t know what it is that you are each dealing with. For some, it may be death. For others, relationship problems. For still others, financial problems, work problems, illness, etc. But whatever it is, remember that it isn’t too big for God! Give the problem to Him, then trust Him that no matter what happens, it will be for the best. Praise Him for the choices He makes, then sit back and watch the God of Heaven open His storehouse and pour out more blessings than you will be able to hold! What an awesome God!!!
Love in Christ,
Lyn
Lyn Chaffart, Moderator, The Nugget, Scriptural Nuggets ( www.scripturalnuggets.org), Answers2Prayer Ministries, www.Answers2Prayer.org
(To access the entire “The Pocket Parrot” mini-series, please click here.)