Burung

This is Burung.

I have no idea how to tell a bird's gender. So we shall refer to Burung as "it".

It is my maid's pet bird. It's from the nest on the bonsai at my front door. Burung is always somewhere in our compound as it tries to take flight but fail at some point.

It is fully grown yet incapable of flying away. It's wings are weak and it cannot defend or feed itself.

But today... burung did not return.

Matthew 6:26
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?

This is Burung. The Father of creation watches over it. It worries not.

What more you and me. We are in the Father's hands. He watches over us.