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Two little birds went out one lovely spring morning to build their nests. One found a tree and built her nest in its branches. It was a very pleasant place. Blossoms filled the air with fragrance. A river murmured beneath, its waters rippling and sparkling in the sunlight, and at night reflecting the silver stars in the blue sky overhead. But one night there was a great storm, and floods rolled through the river’s channel, overflowing its banks. In the morning the tree was gone, and the bird’s home had vanished. She had built too low. She had planned only for the soft, sunny days and the quiet, starry nights.
The other bird soared up among the crags and built her nest in a cleft of one of the old rocks. By and by the nest was full of bird life. The storm that swept through the valley below swept about the old crag, but could not shake it. In the morning the sunshine streamed forth again, and the birds’ home was safe.
Are you building your soul’s home among the green boughs of mere human friendship, in life’s beautiful vales, close by the river of earth’s pleasures, where the sweet perfumes breathe? Or are you building up amid the crags, in the Rock of Ages? Are you building merely for sunny days or for floods and storms as well?