WINGIN' IT W/GOD...WHAT AN EXPERIENCE

As a general rule I am a 'rubber-maid' (more bounce to the ounce)...with two exceptions when I allowed my warranty to lapse...my bad!  The first break occurred in China when I greeted a guard at our apartment complex....second was last week as I was leaving Mrs. Baird's w/some of her good bread...mmm!

China/right collarbone and Weatherford/left arm...no partiality involved!

 

But this post isn't about my misfortune; rather, it's about my good fortune.

 

I had four rather rough days but this morning dawned with a rosy outlook...Michael is a wonder...in ever so many ways.  Also this is Veteran's Day...and he's one of those too...32 years worth.  My hero had fresh coffee ready when I settled in our bistro (which is also the utility room and office).  It's 'cozy' w/a view of our back natural yard.

 

The first thing...from that window...'the last rose of summer'; one lone, beautiful bright red rose bloom that's guarded that spindly bush for several weeks...a lone sentry.  Touching because?  M gave me this tiny bush over 4 years ago...it is aptly named  'Patriot Rose'...neat, yes?  And there it stands guard on this special day!

 

The second thing...from that window...a beautiful blue-jay w/its bright feathers spread, hopped over to the bird bath...wait a sec...hopped?  Supposed to come zooming in by wing...not hopping.  Hmm, watched as it attempted to jump to the birdbath...ouch...not able to make it.  A bit later it located a pecan and tried unsuccessfully to open it...then back for a drink...still no luck.  Smart jay tried two other air strips and finally made it for a lengthy water break...good job!  Poor bird has a badly broken wing...makes me cry!

 

The third thing...from Windows...a post from one of my heroines...Katie, in Africa.  I was very concerned since she hadn't posted since August.  I encourage you to read her book 'Kisses from Katie'.  Of all things to write about this day was 'Just one little bird'...a God-work?  Yes, in my heart I know without a doubt, it is.

 

Katie has lost some dear friends, special people and sorrow washes over her.  Now in the early morning hours before her bevy of 14 adopted girl children stir...she has her special 'quiet time'.  But there's this one little bird persistently singing long before time to rise...still dark.  Hush, be quiet; it's too early...hush.  Little bird continues singing...and at last, here's the sun peeking out there on the horizon.

 

A few days later, it's pouring an African rain and what's 'singing in the rain' but that persistent little bird!  Rain stops, sun comes out and she's singing her song for all to hear.

 

Katie wrote and I quote...'To have faith, I think and I wonder, does she sing because she knows the sun is coming?  And I want to be just like that little bird.  And I can sing, because I know what is coming.  I can hope, because I know Who is coming.

 

It's not light yet, but I know Him, the One who is the Light.

And so in the dark, I will sing.'

 

You see, this post is about experiencing God...while wingin' it...as in improvising 24/7.  I am always amazed at how God speaks to me...like today, from a window in our home.  A window that I look out who knows how many times every day and yet?  Two instances...one on the heels of the other...about little birds! 

 

“What’s the price of a pet canary? Some loose change, right?

And God cares what happens to it even more than you do.

 

He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—

even numbering the hairs on your head!

So don’t be intimidated by all this bully talk.

You’re worth more than a million canaries."

Matthew 10:28-30

The Message

 

Incidentally, I landed on my knees, left arm and chin.  No broken skin, no damaged teeth but I could no way get up and there I was...immobile on my knees between our car and a big pick-up.  No one could see me so I politely laid there for several minutes; thankfully the driver of the pick-up saw me and did what came naturally...he 'picked me up'.  Are you okay...oh yes...I flashed him my smile of all smiles and assured him I was great.

 

I somehow worked myself into the driver's seat...and, of course, (since it's the law) even managed to click my seat belt.  Whoop!  And carefully drove home to give Michael a little thrill...thrilled him good, I did...we tripped off to the ER for x-ray and confirmation of our suspicions...broken arm...oh great.  Not my birthday gift of choice but I'm thankful it wasn't worse and trust me, I'm very blest!  Thank you, Father.

 

So here I am, I find myself in this life, my life...a most wonderful life that has become a never-ending-series of fantastic experiences with God...and guess what? 

 

Wingin' it is wonderful for this little wounded bird (that'd be me)...and trust me, I know Who's coming!

 

As always, from my heart...to yours.

Vasca