Sunday, January 22, 2012

Dear God,

I heard the sound of a bird hitting the window.  I left my writing room and walked into the living room. Sure enough there was a bird lying in an awkward position among the branches of a flowering bush.  I began praying aloud.  And then I spoke, "Little bird, little bird, don't be afraid."  I started singing His Eye is on the Sparrow.  I continued to pray and then went back to writing when I saw that the bird was breathing very fast and I didn't want to frighten it.  Off and on I went back watching and praying.  Suddenly I noticed it flip around to get in a more comfortable position.  Little by little the bird caught its spirit breath and finally flew away.

I do believe you care about every living creature.  The small bird was loved no less than me.  I knew I needed to pray, to sing, and to care about the "least of these."  I felt privileged to participate in your loving grace.

Thank you,
Wondrous God,
for bringing together
a bird
and a woman.
Thank you
for reminding me
that you
are always
with us.
We are
never alone.
Thank you
for your care.

Love, Andrea