I find it amazing how God can use a simple event to speak deep truths into our lives. I don’t know about you, but I find Him in the smallest events. Today I read something that Henri Nouwen said. His told his readers he hoped that the description of God’s love in his life would give them the freedom and the courage to discover – and perhaps even describe – God’s love in their own lives.
My hope is that as I share discovering God in the small things in my life, it will give you the freedom and wisdom to notice – and maybe also describe – God’s presence in the small events in your own life.
May this little passage bless you as we see God’s presence in this small event together.
My heart was heavy as I sat in my study on this sunny morning for one whom I loved dearly was in hospital and the doctors were struggling to diagnose the problem. I was working, catching up on time that had been spent with the sick one the day before. But my mind was slow and the usual joy the work gave me was in short supply.
There was a knock on the window. I looked up, startled out of my dreamy preoccupation with my work. Although my home is open to the road, few people walk past and I could not, on the spur of the moment, think who it would be.
But there, sitting on one of the cross-bars that define the shape of the small cottage window panes was a robin. A fluffy one. It was a young one, piping a call that sounded like baby talk, not yet experienced enough to sing the beautiful melodies of its parents. It almost sounded like crying.
It flew into the standard iceberg rosebush, not two metres away. Sitting calling, calling. Then it braved a slightly longer, more adventurous flight to the bushes further up the drive. Calling, calling. There was no response from any adult. So it took off and soared over my study to land in the tree at the back of the house, where I could see it from the other window.
I watched for a moment and turned back to my computer screen. But I caught a movement outside the front window and looked again towards the driveway. There, in the same rosebush where the young one had been, not moments before was an adult robin. It was silent but stretched to its full height as if listening to the cry of the little one, still chirping on the other side of the house.
This one too flew into the bushes up the drive. I think their nest was there for there had been much activity in those bushes during the preceding days. Then it took off too, and flew over the house to the back. I could no longer see them, but the calling stopped and peace reigned.
And as I considered what I had seen, with a brief sense of delight, I was reminded by the young one of my prayers for my sick loved one. Calling and calling to God with no apparent answer. The young one did not stop its cries. And there, fully aware of what was happening, was the parent, just as Father God was fully aware of my loved one. Out of sight, but there, responding in ways I could not see. And my heart was suddenly at peace. God knows. God hears. God is here, ready to respond when the time is right.
A lesson from a robin. How amazing God is when He sends two little birds to show us that He loves us and is always there, even when we cannot see Him or hear Him.
Thank you, Lord.