There’s a bird on the branch of the old pine tree. At first it sat sideways on the fencepost. I turned from my coffee and it caught my eye, it’s belly so full and white,
I could see from the window. It waited it seems for my turning.
I walked outside and naturally it flew away and then it crossed my path to perch in the crepe myrtle. Again, until I got too close and it took up to the sky to rest on the thick limb of pine.
I just read what I know in my morning devotional, a confirmation that my contemplation over seemingly insignificance is never as I’m described “too deep”.
Nothing in our life is random or meaningless. Even when we don’t understand…
In Touch, Dr. Charles Stanley
The strangest thing it seemed occurred on Sunday. I’m traveling the interstate and notice what appears to be cloth of some sort, a red ribbon I decide.
I continue on expecting to see the breeze created by speeding cars lift it up and away.
Instead, I see a “red bird”, the bright red male of the couple, lifting itself frantic and fiercely hoping to avoid the white monstrosity of metal, my bumper.
With a loud bump the bird, failing to fly quickly enough meets my car and from there I presume lands someplace else most likely not surviving.
The thing is, it’s Mothers Day and my heart was looking for birds and feathers and such already, thinking of my mama long passed.
Melancholy over the void, determined to not be miserable.
However, I’m met with a bird’s tragic intersecting of my car.
“Ohhh no.” I moaned low and longing. My son’s reply, a knowing chuckle over my reaction, what other response could he give? Must be tough to be 20 with a mama who can be so thought-filled. Who knows, maybe he’s the same, my daughter too.
Deep thinkers us all, perhaps.
Surely knowing I’d not be able to let it go, this not at all happenstance happening to me on Mother’s Day, noticing.
Initially, I thought the worse, the vibrant male cardinal telling me disaster is near, someone’s passing is to be expected.
What a dreadful thought, an immediate conclusion, that “this is your sign” get ready for the taking away of someone you love.
Momentarily, we arrived and I entered the big sanctuary with my daughter and son having prayed prior, “Father, help me to be attentive to your presence, open my mind and heart to the Holy Spirit.”
The music was moving, the sermon meaningful. My eyes filled with warm tears to be reminded that I matter, when the statuesque young woman, oblivious to all the congregants opened her hands in rhythm with her soul and voice and sang and I cried quietly, understanding.
No one needed to know.
All these pieces
Broken and scattered
In mercy gathered
Mended and whole
But not forsaken
I’ve been set free
I’ve been set free
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me, oh
I once was lost
But now I’m found
Was blind but now I see
Oh, I can see it now
Oh, I can see the love in Your eyes.
Broken Vessels, Hillsong
I can see it now.
“Pay attention.” I’ve decided the red bird was sent to say, from my Father.
“There are things you’ve stopped noticing as profound, the sightings of the birds and the sounds of their song, you’ve allowed them to be common, you’ve lost your keen longing to notice and be still in that notice.
You’ve considered like most, that it’s silly to believe this way.”
This morning, the bird with the fluff of fat white feathers for her belly and I had a staring contest. She sat, I watched. She moved and then returned and it’s not the bird who knows my need, nor anticipated my steps, impossible for that to be so.
It’s God who knew and knows.
Who reminded me to notice and made my pitiful and woesome imagining of the worst possible story into a reminder of what I’d lost, what I’d forsaken for other pursuits, distractions and decidedly doubtful dances with the devil.
A bird positioned in the middle of my interstate lane, mistaken for a ribbon, otherwise I’d have swerved to avoid and met God knows what.
Instead, it’s message so unavoidable and attention seeking…notice.
You forgot for a bit, needed to see.
God is everywhere.
The red birds and the fat mama birds and the voice of a woman who reminded me that He makes beautiful things of us.
God is everywhere.
Don’t forget to notice
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:9 ESV