A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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What do you think of crows?  Yes, that’s what I said…  crows.  You know, those rather plain-looking black birds that appear in large numbers around this time of year in Kansas.  What is your impression of them?  What’s that you say?  You don’t think about them one way or the other?  Well…  I used to take them for granted, but that changed on September 30th.

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There’s not a deep spiritual lesson in everything I see – not by a long shot!  I probably miss more lessons than I get, sadly.  I pray to gain wisdom at every turn.  As we know, the Christian life depends on two acts of obedience:

  1. Reading God’s Word, The Bible 
  2. Prayer

From there, God works with us as individuals.  With me, He leads me to living lessons, usually through nature.  I was out with my husband to pick up some prescriptions from the pharmacy and told him I’d wait in the truck while he ran in to get them.  Not an especially exciting story so far, but stay with me.

You know how it is when you’re waiting in a pharmacy parking lot.  I people watched for a bit – then that got boring and my eyes were trained on a bunch of crows.  They were huddled around something, which attracted my interest.  The longer I observed, the clearer it was to me – it was a very large slice of bread and they were fighting over it.

As two birds would start pecking at each other, a third one would try to fly away with the bread.  Barely able to hold it up, the crow was unable to fly because the bread weighed it down!  Forced to drop the slice of bread, the other birds would once again huddle around the prize and start fighting with each other over it.

Obviously the rule was ONE SLICE OF BREAD GOES TO ONE CROW.  There was no negotiation involved – it was all or nothing.  Win or lose.  I watched each of the birds try to sneak off with the bread, to no avail.  It was too heavy to fly with, but that didn’t stop each one of them from trying.  It made me think – “If you birds would just tear the bread into bite-size pieces, you could all have some!”  Of course, they are birds and do not think that way.

It made me think…  sometimes it feels like I have so much stuff that I’m burdened by it.  At one time I had things in a storage facility – which means that I was not open to getting rid of it, but not in a position to take care of it either.  It’s crazy to pay to store things that you can’t even see.  I’m not a hoarder.  It was a time in my life when I was leaving one home to live in a smaller space temporarily.  I hoped I could one day have my things around me – and I eventually did.

Have you ever put the slice of bread in your mouth and it weighed you down so much you couldn’t fly???

When I got home from the pharmacy, I packed two large bags for Goodwill.  I feel lighter already!  🙂

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A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

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And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience…  – Romans 5:3

I’ve asked God to help me keep my sense of humor during this time of waiting.  Have you ever had to wait while in pain, just wishing that things would move along more quickly than they are?  At this point I know I will have surgery – but I don’t know when yet.

God reminded me of something today while I was looking around at a local nursery.  The most beautiful flowers surrounded me, so I slowly toured the open market and took in every little thing.  There were Monarch Butterflies everywhere!

I watched one of the butterflies on a flower.  Butterflies are such delicate creatures, yet when the wind kicked up, it was not blown off the flower.  The wings bent a little with the wind, but the sticky “feet” of the butterfly kept it in place.

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God spoke – “I gave that butterfly what it needs – to do what it needs to do.”

Will God do less for you and me?  Certainly not.

I’ve been a Christian for a long time.  There’s an old joke – you should never pray for patience because if you do, you will be given a trial or tribulation.  I assure you, I did not pray for patience, yet – here I am, dealing with a trial.

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I feel hopeful now that God will help me through this.  It’s just a rough patch, a tribulation – thankfully, a temporary tribulation.  Pain makes most of us sparkle a little less, though we always want to be a good representative for our Savior.  It’s our opportunity to prove that His strength is perfect in our weakness.

He must become greater; I must become less.  – John 3:30

He knows my frustration in my situation right now, but He will give me everything I need to get through.  I know I’ll feel so much better after my surgery.  I do pray that God will help me in the meantime – and I know He will.  🙂

 

I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE

I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE

 

Last week my husband and I were in Blackwell, OK, just about an hour south (via the turnpike) of Wichita.  He was getting gas at the Conoco station because it was 20 cents a gallon cheaper than gas back home.  We don’t typically drive an hour to save money on gas, but it was a nice perk since we were going that way anyhow.

I had nothing in particular running through my mind – (for all of you who know me in real life, this comes as no surprise) – then I saw a robin holding a very long blade of grass, hopping between two cars.  It struck me as funny – there were vehicles everywhere and there’s a bird – a very busy bird – making a nest in the eave of the building!  I felt privileged to be given the opportunity to witness it and thanked God.  I love spring, don’t you?

The sight took me back in time and made me think of something I have not thought about for a long time.  Tears began to stream, as they are as I write this now – but it’s okay because they are happy tears, the kind that come when a sweet memory is revisited.

When I was about 7 years old, I spotted a bird’s nest on a low branch of the pine tree in our front yard.  I excitedly ran into the house to let mom and dad know about my discovery.  Daddy sat me down to explain some ground rules.  I listened intently.

  • You can’t go too close to the nest
  • You can’t touch the nest (I remember thinking, “If I can’t go close to it, how can I possibly touch it?”)
  • You can borrow my binoculars to stand on the porch and look into the nest.  I felt so grown up.  Daddy didn’t let just anybody borrow his binoculars.
  • You can’t tell the neighbor kids about your discovery. (Did he KNOW those kids, or what?)
  • If you see something that doesn’t look right, don’t try to do anything yourself.  Find me or mom to help you.

Okey doke – I got that!  I used my daddy’s binoculars to check on the little nest every day.  The pretty blue robin eggs just stayed in one spot for what seemed like forever.  Then one day I checked on them – and the eggs had hatched – and there were 3 of the cutest baby birds!

Daddy wanted to name them Larry, Moe and Curly – but I wouldn’t hear of it.  They were Dexter, Samuel and Robbie.  No, I don’t know why – don’t ask me!

It was such fun to watch mama robin come back to the nest and feed them.  I’ve always been so impressed with the instincts and intelligence God endowed birds with – I mean, to me they are very smart!  I don’t understand people who use the phrase “BIRD BRAIN” – I take it as a compliment – LOL.

One day I peeked in on them – there were two baby birds.  I knew it wasn’t time for them to leave the nest yet – so I rushed in the house and screamed bloody murder to get someone’s attention.  Daddy was having his morning coffee but came running anyway.  I reported my findings to him with panic in my voice.  If that baby was not in the nest, it meant it had fallen out – and who knows if it was still among the living!

Daddy told me to stay in the house and he would go check things out.  He came in with the baby bird, miraculously breathing, in a small container.  He said, “Robbie fell out of the nest.  I think we need to help him, don’t you?”  I nodded my head in fervent agreement.  The task was at hand, and we were up for the challenge.  We prayed for our feathered friend and got to work.

We used a dropper to feed Robbie.  He did okay and I was tickled.  He grew and thrived!  I knew I could not keep him, but the day we had to set that bird free was the most difficult day.  Robbie knew he could not stay with us.  It could be my imagination, but I think he gave us a nod as if to say “Thank you for helping me” before flying away.  God answered our prayer.  Our baby was gonna be okay.

Once in a while, especially in the evening after working on the lawn, as we sat together as a family at the picnic table out in the back yard, my dad would see a robin and say, “Hey Linda, I think that’s Robbie!” 

Well, only God knows if our little Robbie ever really came back to see us, but I’d like to think he did visit us on occasion.  Wink!  😉