Hiding Place

Where were they?


All winter long,
the robins did not hop about
plucking worms and bugs from the soil,
nor did they sing to each other
among the trees or in the fields.


To the best of my knowledge,
there were no robins.


Suddenly, 
out of nowhere,
there are thousands of them!


They are all so very, very busy,
and they are everywhere,
and their rounded bellies
boast telltale signs 
of more robins in the near future.


So, where were they all winter?

"Look at the birds of the air, 

that they do not sow, 

nor reap nor gather into barns, 

and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  

Are you not worth much more than they?"  

~Matthew 6:26

"You 

are my hiding place;

You 

preserve me from trouble; 

You 

surround me with songs of deliverance." 

~Psalm 32:7