Be Ready Little Wrens

We found two tiny baby wrens on Lola’s breeze way.

Lola Gordon is one of the sweetest 96 year old ladies and one of the most dearly loved persons we have ever known. Last month Lola’s daughter and son-in-law were involved in an horrific automobile accident. Ron was killed. Jan was critically injured and was still in a coma.

Two weeks ago Suzanne and I saw Lola at her in her home in Tomball, north of Houston. We visited for a good while, grieving over her losses and heartache, still hoping for the best. As we left, Lola slowly walked with us down her breeze way, talking about how hard it was for her to let go of Ron, and not wanting to let go of Jan.

That’s when we saw the two baby birds who had just left the nest.

Not quite able yet to fly, they huddled together beneath Lola’s porch swing. A cat was prowling the lawn, so we discussed what to do. We decided to carefully gather the birds with a towel, cautious not to touch them, and return them to the nest we had found in a hanging plant nearby.

Lola noticed they soon left the nest again. This time they flew away.

We got word that Jan died this past weekend.

I spoke with Lola yesterday, and in her grief we thought of those little birds. We talked about how they were not the only ones who have flown away together. Maybe God had sent those little wrens to remind us to be ready, that as Ron had already gone Jan would fly away too.

I think when you are 96 you think about flying away quite often. And when your daughter and son-in-law go on before you, you listen for God even more.

“Be ready little wrens, you’ll fly away soon.”