Back when my son was born a hurt baby, rather than what we all expect and hope for: a well baby…you can imagine my feelings of upset, shock and bewilderment.
Not wanting to stuff or deny, I took my feelings to the one person, I was really mad at! I took them to God. Away from my son, or dog, or husband, or anyone…(ok, I’m sure a couple of neighbors heard me from their side of the fence.) I’d have vent sessions at God; because I figured He had shoulders broad enough to handle it. And soon I began to notice something: I’d be having it out with God, and a little bird would cross my sight of path, and I instantly felt better. It was as if each little birdie was a tiny messenger, sent with a secret message of love just for me. “I hear you, I still love you, I am here.”
Even to this day, when I see a bird it makes me smile.
There are experiences in life I would not wish on my worst enemy, but the deeper truth, the real truth is I wouldn’t trade this incredible, amazing, life-fulfilling journey for anything…and it all started with a little birdie.