“And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.
And this hope will not lead to disappointment.”
Romans 5:4-5 NLT
As quickly as possible, she glided just in front of me, eye level. The robin with the determined forward facing beak and the copper like an old country barn belly intersected my path.
Last night I dreamt of white camellias mixed in with the crimson ones, a dream that followed a nightmare so vivid I sat straight up and startled my husband. He called me from work, confused over the brazenness of a bad dream occurring after I’d had such a love-filled day. He was worried.
Told him I was better. Thoughts we hide away like to come to the surface, I suppose. They refuse to go unattended. They become weapons in the hand of our enemy until we bravely surrender them to God in a lamenting letter or prayer.
So, I journal. I sit. I give God time to come and comfort.
Simplicity is calling. I heard the birds waking up early outside my cold quiet home and I let my pen rest, closed my journal.
Could this be prayer?
Prayer mostly listening, uncomplicated by words or prescriptive wisdom?
I listened as the birds continued singing.
We looked for ponds yesterday and found them on the narrow country roads.
The sky was as blue as a diamond found next to the ocean.
The ponds as flat as stepping stones, little rippling at all.
“Here’s another one!” I announced to my granddaughter and she gazed so sweetly satisfied in our togetherness in noticing the water.
Yesterday, the robin met me and I kept driving to see my daughter and hers, felt the determination of a bird assuring me, better is coming.
Soon, it will be Spring. I saw other birds on Saturday, but it’s the robin I’ll remember.
The robin saying, “Set your intention. Your story is not yet finished.”
Your teachers are everywhere, saying this is the way, keep walking in it. (Isaiah 30:18)
Life is a beautiful, simple adventure.
Plump robins, blue skies scattered with white puffs, happy green fields anticipating Spring and flat fishing ponds hoping to be spotted, evidence of good, evidence of God’s intentional nature.
And interspersed in the noticing, friends I feared I’d forgotten too long remembered me, separately in the same day and I was a tiny bit amazed.
God is everywhere. Don’t forget to notice.
Yesterday morning, I journaled a tender question. I asked God if my friends I call my “colors” are disappointed in me.
Time so quickly passing and I’d lost touch, gotten complacent with our stories and wondered if it matters.
One by one, I heard from four friends yesterday. Two of them, it had been over a year or more. I share such a tender question here so that you’ll see, along with me.
God knows. He noticed.
Continue and believe.
You are loved.