Friday, January 1, 2016

Finding the Perfect Home

I would like to publish this as a children's picture book using water colors for the illustrations. I wish I had the talent to illustrate the book but, alas, it wasn't a skill that the Lord blessed me with. I pray the story will encourage you. Enjoy.

The Adventures of Mr. & Mrs. Elf Owl
Finding the Perfect Home
 
 
       "Oh dear," sighed Mrs. Elf Owl. "I don't think I'm going to make it. The eggs aren't going to wait too much longer. And I'm so tired."
 
       Being nocturnal, daytime was usually for sleeping. Her wings moved slowly up and down and her tired eyes struggled to stay open. She barely had enough strength left in them to lift herself off the branch where she was perched. Mr. & Mrs. Elf Owl had flown south to Mexico for the winter where the insects they ate were more available. They had just returned from their migration. Now it was time for her to lay eggs.
 
       "By the way, where is my husband?" she asked as she looked around for him.
 
       At that moment, Mr. Elf was quite busy. He knew they must find a home soon before the eggs came into the world. He peeked into the hole of an oak tree.
 
     "Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to disturb you," Mr. Elf Owl said to a startled woodpecker. "The missus and I are desperate to find ourselves a home before our eggs are laid."
 
     "Well, this tree is taken," snapped Mrs. Woodpecker. "Next time be careful where you stick that beak of yours." Ruffling her feathers she settled deeper on her nest of eggs.
 
     Mrs. Elf Owl had hoped her husband would be able to find a home in the foothills of the Rincon Mountains. The summer temperatures were cooler and the Riparian Forest would provide needed shelter and water. Unfortunately, many other birds and animals had the same idea. There wasn't an empty oak tree to be found.
 
       When her belly tightened, Mrs. Elf Owl moaned. "You know, we wouldn't be in this mess, if you hadn't decided to try a new route home. At the border all you had to do was ask for directions but you said you knew exactly where we were the whole time."

       "Yes, dear," answered Mr. Elf Owl. He knew his sweet wife wasn't too happy with him because he really did get lost. He couldn't really blame her for being upset.

       "She may only be 4 1/2 inches tall and may only weigh a little over an ounce," he chuckled, "yet I believe in her desperation, she's quite capable of taking care of herself."

       Mr. Elf Owl thought about what to do next. "I know where there are some sycamore trees. The tall trees will provide protection from snakes, coyotes and bobcats. Hopefully, we can find a deserted one that's been pecked out by a woodpecker."

       Mrs. Elf Owl looked down at her big belly. How much longer do I have? she thought. I'm sure it won't be much longer now.

       They would have to find a place with an old nest because they didn't have time to make one of their own. After an hour's flight, they spied the grove of sycamore trees on the slopes of a large hill. The air was more arid and there wasn't as much foliage and brush.

       "Excuse me, is anyone home?" asked Mr. Elf Owl at a tree on the back edge of the grove. All the other trees seemed to be occupied already. This was their only hope.

       "I say there, you startled me," answered Mr. Sparrow. He stuck his head out of the hole to get a better look at his visitors. "How may I help you?"

       After they had shared their troubles with him, Mr. Sparrow shook his head. "Sorry, but this grove is full. Fairly close to the water supply, you know. There is still one more place you could try. On the Sonora desert floor, the saguaros would make a nice home."

       "Oh Elfie, not the desert," Mrs. Elf Owl cried. "It's horribly hot there. Please, not the desert." Mrs. Elf Owl shuddered at the thought of living in such a place.

       "My dear, I don't think we have a choice," Mr. Elf Owl said kindly as he stroked his wife's feathers. "I do believe, though, if the good Lord can take care of that sparrow family, He will provide for us too."

       Two exhausted elf owls flew to the desert right before darkness settled over the area. They found a deserted saguaro cactus with an old nest and settled in for a long, busy night. It was indeed time.

       Mr. and Mrs. Elf Owls' hearts were full of thanksgiving as the sun rose over the desert floor. "Oh, Elfie, it's lovely. I had no idea how beautiful it was here," Mrs. Elf Owl declared.

       Beautiful white flowers, with large centers as bright as the sun, had blossomed overnight on the hundreds of cacti which surrounded them. The arms of the cacti stretched upward toward the sky as if in praise to their Creator. As they enjoyed the beauty of the desert, they rejoiced in God's goodness.

     "You did good Momma. Real good," bragged Mr. Elf Owl.

       Safely tucked away in the nest of the saguaro cactus was a tiny egg with the promise of more to come in the next couple of days. With weary, but thankful hearts, they closed their eyes for a well-deserved sleep.



       Reflection Page:  Even though this is a pretend story, there really are birds called elf owls and they really do live in the saguaro cacti in the Sonora Desert. Look on a map and find the Sonora Desert in the state of Arizona. And there really is a God who cares about sparrows and woodpeckers and tiny little elf owls. Just think, if He cares about the birds how much more He cares about you... someone who is created in His image. God has a perfect plan for your life, including where you should live, who your parents and siblings are, and where you should go to school. You can't always see what's best for yourself but God knows. Always.

       "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"  Matthew 6:26 (NIV)

       "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."  Isaiah 55:9 (NIV)

       Can you think of a husband and wife (the wife was going to have a baby) in the Bible who had trouble finding a place to spend the night? God had it all under control and that baby was born right where God wanted Him to be born. (Hint:  The baby's name is Jesus.)
 

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