As I stepped into the garage, I heard a rustling of feathers. Upon a closer look, I saw a blackbird trapped behind my tool drawers on the counter in front of a window. For 10 minutes I worked to get the bird out of the narrow space, only to have the bird repeatedly go back to what it knew, the tiny secure place. I found it interesting that it was originally trying to get out, now it is trying to stay in. Even when it had a clear view of freedom, it would drop back down to its narrow secure area.
How often are we like this bird? We want something different, something better, but so often we step back down to what we know and what is familiar, no matter how tight, difficult or uncomfortable the situation might be.
