This post is dedicated to my elderly neighbor across the street that introduced me to the art of bird watching when I was a little girl. (I still get giddy when I see a Tufted Titmouse because it was his favorite.) Sometimes the seeds planted from the bird feeders take time to grow. Birds fly and I don’t. That in itself is enough to draw me in.
It sounds so simple. Just use your eyes to see and most of us do have our sight. But do we see? I thought I did see. Until now.
50 years later and a disease that stills goings in my life. . .And what I thought I was seeing. . .I was really just scanning and moving on. To give weight to the Glory of what we see, our eyes must rest upon it. Wait for the visual experience to begin filling us up. Filling in details, reflections, subtle movements is only the beginning. I think we tend to zoom in, “I’ve got it. . .zoom off to something else.” Oh, what we miss. . .
One morning I was waking (that alone is like a hibernating bear with the deep sleep of ALS) and a flutter of motion caught my eye. I put my morning devotional down to look out the window. There perched on the edge of our bird bath was a lovely Mourning Dove. Their coos are so comforting from my backyard. I watched her dip her beak with such delicate balance, I was not sure she would even break the surface of the glassy, cool water.
One small drink after another and I saw a dance to her quench of thirst. I noticed, with great delight, the subtle strokes of browns and grays that caught my eyes in the soft plumage of her life. Lord, how wondrously lovely she is in your world. The wait in allowing the experience of her to come to full season in the moment was worth it’s weight. Her humbled, winged self became part of the collage my heart creates of God‘s goodness. Her tiny sips stirred in streams of sweet awareness that I’ve never known in the past.
What a blessing it is when God uses stillness to stir our senses with the sweetness of His creation.
“Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father fees them. Are you not worth much more than they? Matthew 6:26