07 Friday Mar 2014
That is why I say to you, don’t worry about living—wondering what you are going to eat or drink, or what you are going to wear. Surely life is more important than food, and the body more important than the clothes you wear. Look at the birds in the sky. They never sow nor reap nor store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you much more valuable to him than they are?
Last couple of weeks have been challenging in more ways than one.
And my eyes hurting and uncooperative necessitating time away from the computer screen. Grateful to God that they are now greatly improved.
But while unable to work online or read those beloved books stacked on my nightstand I still.
And get my binoculars for we have just started feeding the birds.
Amazing array of feathered friends now visit us each morning for breakfast which can last well into the afternoon as they peck all day giving me delight watching from my comfy office chair, writing desk next to the French doors, birds-eye view of sweet avian souls.
Brave little chickadees land on the far side of the deck almost as soon as I open the door, waiting and watching as I dole out seed, letting me toss it near and talk to them and them standing their ground.
Juncos and Jays, a pair of purple finches with the female resembling a striped sparrow and him looking like he was dipped in raspberry juice, and sparrows. Starlings — who I like to call the boys in the band — swoop in and then out.
Tufted titmouse with a face that would make any farmers wife drop her carving knife and smile.
And a pair of cooing morning doves, gentle and calm.
Perky house wren with her slightly curved beak and upturned tail feathers and a pair of red-bellied woodpeckers who seem to be misnamed because the red is on the head of the male and the nape of the female’s neck. And him not very nice to his mate, often chasing her away from where he is feeding.
So unlike the gallant and gracious Mr. Cardinal who’s kind to his Mrs. and her so timid taking days before she felt secure enough to feed from our deck.
A squirrel and his notched-ear buddy gorge all the black oil sunflower seeds until I chase them away, only to return when I am not looking.
Winter world is frozen white all crusty except for the flapping and the fleeting of tiny wings.
And me sitting still as they flit and float, nibble and nosh.
Until my worries piled high like the dirty snow refusing to melt start to dissipate under the Son, drifting away one by one with every beat of feathers flying.
My Michael — at the tipping point with a job-related issue — says God would have us focus on verses in Matthew 6, 19 through 24, and the heading in our J.B. Phillips New Testament says,
Put your trust in God alone
Who else can any one of us ultimately trust in? And the trials flinging in our faces ring with truth that our faith always needs tending so it will keep growing and as it does, hearts mending.
For no matter what swirls in my life — health issues, money concerns, family members lashing out hurt — I can trust in the One who is worthy of my trust. And you can, too.
He feeds the birds in the sky without them sowing or reaping because He loves them.
He loves us so much more.
And all the worries in the world will not change an iota of the outcome. Our lives and times are in His hands and He has called us to stand strong even though we may fear and falter for He has called us for such a time and purpose as this.
Trusting Him changes everything and burdens lift and fly away and His heart no doubt delights when daughters trembling and sons put their tiny hands in His and start to walk forward, future unknown, to His glory.
Over and over I read in the gospels as Jesus talks about our faith and I do not want to be found small. God calls us to come and step one foot into the Jordan and He will make the way clear. He tells us to reach withered hands towards the One who sustains and to go and cast the line to catch the fish.
Father giving us His children good gifts and no good thing withheld as we walk uprightly, baby step after baby step.
Veil of black lace lifts from eyes and hearts and everything fills with Light.
Hands humbly lifting towards Heaven.
And hearts opening wide…