Several months back, I posted a devotional on Inkwell about some mourning doves' fruitless attempt to build a nest on the ceiling fan blades on my backyard patio. Every twig and leaf brought in by the doves for nesting slipped right off the blades--and an egg would certainly follow suit--yet they persisted for weeks.
I both marveled at their determination and boggled at their stupidity. (And I compared it to my relationship with God.)
Today I'll harken back to the mourning doves' lack of, er, foresight when it comes to laying eggs.
Behold, the cinder block wall in my backyard:
Humpty Dumpty, indeed! Poor thing.