There are pigeon’s that nestle themselves in the recesses at the top of the building right across the street from my balcony.
Pigeons smell. Just sayin’. Still, they are livin’ and thriving rent free. Naturally, watching these amniotes made me think of the gospel of Matthew:
“Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” (6:26; ESV).
There are some prayers and desires in my heart that feel impossible for God to answer, to solve. Yet I see my feathered friends outside my sliding door hop, skip, jumpin’, sooaarrring across the sky. Their lifeline is but a ledge and I see how Jesus provides abundantly for them.
God provides for me. Much more, he fights for me. Right now I am learning that I am worth fighting for.
Combining birds+my worth, I logically began thinking about a certain bird called “Booby.” 
According to Wikipedia the booby’s, “…name was possibly based on the Spanish slang term bubie, meaning “dunce“, as these tame birds had a habit of landing on board sailing ships, where they were easily captured and eaten.”
Basically these birds are idiots…kinda like humans compared to God. Let’s be honest, we are all idiots. Idiots which He desperately loves.
This long organic thought process landed me on the painting you see below that I finished today, titled, “You’re Worth Fighting For.” It’s a mother booby nestling her chalk blue egg under her tummy. She considers that little egg worth fighting for. You are worth fighting for.
