When something means something to you
You long to share, but keep it close for the sake of its significance.
A bird lifted its wings quickly and flew in a straight path as I opened the door to leave. Frustrated, deciding to take a break, hear a song, circle a block…just let it be for a bit. I head towards my car, having nowhere to go.
Then, it lands, the bird on the fence, sitting pretty. Facing me, its torso the most vibrant flash of red. I stopped, hoped to see again, waited as it rustled in the tree.
A red bird, I paused and felt empowered…Keep at it, Lisa. Continue, you will be okay. “Never settle for less than your worth.” my mama said.
And just now, tonight as I decided to wait for God’s plan, things are falling into place.
I hear from two more friends as I’m listening via an email to advice from “writers of hope”.
I notice the words in the corner of my new book for notes, just above the place I jotted, “God has been in this all along, the people, the places, the tough and desperate times…the times of believing.”
With God, all things are possible. Matthew 19:26, it said in the corner of my notebook.
I open the door to the back porch. The dog is barking. I call him, he lingers. He waits, as if to beckon. I wait, then ease out into the early darkness of night, look up and see the moon with the fuzzy border.
Again, my mama. Again, God.
Reminding me to be brave.