Consider the birds…
“And the Holy Spirit descended on Him in bodily form, like a dove; and a voice came from heaven, ‘You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.'” Like a Dove, the spirit of God descended and landed on Jesus. Mathew 3:15, Mark 1:10, Luke 3:22, & John 1:32; all four Gospels recount this story. Birds play a profound role in the bible and if we pay attention, they may speak to us as well. They come to us with lessons; they move away from us with the reminder of the miracle of creation, as they glide away on a breeze. They teach us to play with each other; to go gently and dance on the wind, to trust our creator.
“Do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing: Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” (Mathew 6:25-26)
Noah released a dove. “But the dove found no place to set her foot, and she returned to him to the ark, for the waters were still on the face of the whole earth.” (Genesis 8:9). These multicolored, beautiful, graceful friends come right to our doors and windows. In the early morning, while the sun still sleeps, they sing their songs. Have you heard God’s alarm clock? ‘Early will I seek thee; my soul thirsteth for thee’…(Psalm 63:1) and “I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me…O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.” (Psalms 5:3) The birds wake us, if we let them.
The birds are a gift from God,
If I have the faith of a mustard seed. . .
For many years of my life, I believed. I didn’t trust, but I believed. One day, I stood on the side-walk of a busy city street, cars rushing by, and looked up into the sky . Then, I said, “If You’re there, could you let me know? I want to walk with you! Just let me know if You’re really there.” A short time later, I sat in an auditorium at Yale University lost in the words of J.T. Packard’s lecture. It was way over my head – what he was sharing was too hard for me to follow, so I opened my newly purchased bible, my first bible. I was 18 years old. Turning to the back, to the pictures of the maps, I turned the pages slowly, I thought, “I wonder if I can find Mount Ararat. Isn’t that where they say, Noah’s Ark is now?” Suddenly, as I turned the page, Mount Ararat sort of lifted from the page. I know I shouldn’t admit this, but the words and the mountain became ‘3-D’ and sort of lifted from the page and then went back down. It was at that moment, I was born again. I have to smile. Yes, I know this sounds crazy. It happened, though and I was instantly sure that God was hearing every thought rolling around in my little head.
A few weeks later, I was at the conservatory. I was so sick with some flu. I was walking around asking if anyone was heading to Pelham, where I was living at the time. I finally found someone who agreed to take me about a mile from the house, where I was living. I begged him to take me home, but he refused. When he dropped me off, I sat on the curb and prayed. (My kids once pointed out, ‘Boy, Mom, you had a lot of miracles on side walks and street curbs!’)
I said, “Lord, I’m too sick to crawl home. I don’t know what to do. Please send someone.”
Miracles are so much fun! A few weeks ago, I had a car accident. Like most people, when I first moved to the right and hit another car, my first thought was, “Ugh!”. But I’m living ‘a new way, a new manner , a new plan of living’, as the Big Book puts it. And so, my second thought was, “Thank you, Lord.” If ‘nothing happens in God’s world by mistake’ (Pg. 417 BB), then God knew it would happen and God knew all the ramifications. So The first thing I did when I hit that woman’s car was to say, “Thank you, Lord, for this car accident and what I’m about to learn from it.”
I pulled my car over to the side of the road. The woman in the black maxima got out of her car and started screaming at me. I listened and said nothing. It seemed fair that she should be upset. I hit her! When she said, “DIDN”T YOU SEE ME? Didn’t you see my car?” I felt sorry for her. Her car, her day, her schedule was being run a muck. I calmly said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you. I wouldn’t have moved into your lane if I had seen you. Let me call the police and get this over with. I know it was my fault.”
I was sick for a few days and really wasn’t myself that day. It was the very end of my day and I was tired and lazy about looking over my right shoulder to check my blind spot. Her car was low and not in my mirrors. I went back to my car and climbed into the driver’s seat so I could use my phone and the blue tooth. She came over to my car door and as she listened with my window open, she said, ‘We don’t call the police in Pennsylvania’. I hung up. Then she said, ‘Just go. I’ll take care of my car. You take care of yours. You have more damage anyway. My husband will fix my car.
I was very grateful. How nice of her. I received that as the first blessing from this accident. No insurance company involvement! Yay, my record is clean and I’m thrilled to keep it that way. She was so very kind to let me off the hook. So I drove home and as I crossed the bridge to New Jersey, I ruminated over her statement. “My husband will take care of my car.” It was like a marble in my mind just rolling around. How annoying; I don’t have a husband to rescue me.
How interesting to see one of my CD’s on ebay for sale at a vintage price. I didn’t put it there. Remembering back to a time long ago, when my name was Sally Ettari, as it’s printed here, I was in a very different place back then. People have told me I look sad in this picture. I was. And while I walked with God, my relationship was shallow and not what it is now. It’s always been my hearts desire to be a blessing to others. I carry a memory on the wall of my mind. I was standing in the wings, preparing to go onto a stage and sing before a large audience. The speaker stood a few feet away. He was clearly in a pause and probably in prayer; determined to be alone with God.I remember watching from across the small room. His relationship with God appeared deep. And I wondered, how do I get that?