Bats, butterflies, birds, cars.
May is the month for migration. The rhythm of migration is so subtle - When did the wood warblers start warbling? When did the bat start to call as I am falling asleep? When did all those Porsches and Teslas appear on my morning commute anyway? The cycle of the seasons is so beautiful and much like life. When we were little, my dad used to tell us we were in the spring of our lives, and he was quickly approaching the fall of his. There’s a poignancy to the subtleties of life. The change that brings a person from childhood to adolescences, young adulthood, young adulthood middle age, to elderly is almost indistinguishable. Migration is striking yet subtle, and somehow at the end of May summer is upon us. Change in life is striking, yet subtle, and somehow you wake up and find yourself at the end of your life. The last words my Grandmother said to me before she died were “Live for the Lord – and ENJOY it!!!” I want to remember this when life presses in, and it seems like there is no time to stop and notice the bats, birds and butterflies. Living for the Lord isn’t always an instagramable mountain top experience- it’s the small things, the daily habits, the consistent friendships. But it is glorifying to the Creator to stop, slow down, and enjoy Him through His creation. Migration truly is miraculous- even the Porsches and Teslas.
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I think that I shall never know a pet as funny as a bunny.
Don’t you know? I told you so. See you have no sense at all, Your brain is so very small. But oh! You are so fuzzy. An ode to the two adorable and senseless bunnies I have owned- Scramble and Copper Harbor. I was born the day my stillborn sister was delivered, five years later.
Stillbirth, infertility, fertility treatments, two difficult pregnancies, and two miscarriages to follow. Yesterday, my mother came over to speak at a ladies event- she spoke on joy. She spoke how it is possible, through Jesus, to have joy in pain, hardships, trials and darkness. She didn’t share her personal story, but I have been thinking how much weight her words bring when you know her story. I didn’t know her then, obviously, but she has said there were many days where it was difficult for her to trust the Lord, to love him and to find joy. Would she ever have children? Maybe you are in the middle of a story, that right now, is painful and dark. A time where you wonder if you will have children. Tonight, I went out for an evening ride - it was cloudy, gray and not very beautiful. But at the very end, the sun burst in warm yellow rays down through the leafless trees and lit up the forest floor into a vibrant green. Your story may end with children, it may not - my mother’s story did. But one thing is certain - as certain as the rising sun, or the eventual end to a cloudy day - God is faithful, and he writes each of our individual stories for our good and so that we become more like Jesus. His flirtation and the intensity of his appearance caught my attention, clearly dressed to be notice.
He tilted his head and held my gaze, like Cinderella and Prince Charming we were quite the mix-matched pair there staring at each other. But even I could see plainly, he wasn’t my type. I prefer something a little less flighty- and a little more manly. As if he sensed my thoughts, he broke his gaze and confirmed my suspicion by flying off to catch the attention of another female. I wished him luck in his hunt for the perfect match. Spring time has that affect on so many of his kind. |
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