Lately there have been so many large loud things in my midst that it has been easy to gloss over or completely miss the beauty right in front of me. I want to slow down, notice more, and breathe deeper.
For the next 31 days, I hope to share glimpses of grace from my messy, lovely life.
Two mockingbirds have been visiting my yard each day. They play and flit about having a good time in the way that birds do. Today, I noticed there was only one, it seemed he may have been waiting for his mate. He tried to fly around and jump, but returned to the same spot and sat for such a long time.
I don’t feel this way all the time, but today as the rain fell and I rocked on my porch in the early morning, I found myself breathing out, “Me too, little bird. Me, too.”
I miss my person. He has been gone for too many days to count. And I miss him. I carry on as well. I have days of great joy and lots of fun, the way that people do. But some days, days like today, I embrace the missing and think about how if God cares about the birds of the air, He surely cares about me.