Oh Ye of Little Faith

In last week’s post I mentioned finally figuring out why I worry. For the most part I have managed to let go of that vice, and as a result, I spend more time in the now, trading the desire to be in some future or past moment, for this moment.

And God blessed my new attitude while sitting at a stop light.

I grew up in eastern Oregon amid wide open desert expanses. Wildlife was (and still is) abundant near my home. Every morning during spring and summer, a Meadowlark’s song accompanied my coffee and devotions. Over time I equated its song with God’s Word – a sign of His gifts and blesssings. After moving from my home state several years ago, I have not heard the Meadowlark sing. Other birds seranade my devotions, and have a beautiful song, but they aren’t the same.

The warmer temperatures this last week caused my parked car to heat up considerably by the time I left work. To ease the discomfort until the air conditioning kicked in, I rolled the windows down and headed home.

While sitting at the light, instead of impatiently tapping the steering wheel and willing the darned thing to change, I looked, really looked, at my surroundings: blue sky, mountains, open fields, trees in full foliage, and even a gurgling creek running through emerald green grasses – right beside the road. I soaked it in.

It was then it happened – the sweet trill I had not heard for so many years – a Meadowlark burst into song, sang the entire time I waited for the light, continued as I turned the corner, fading away only after going halfway to the next light.

Listening to that precious melody brought this scripture to mind:

Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns: and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not you of much more value than they? And which of you by taking thought, can add to his stature one cubit? And for rainment why are solicitous? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they labor not, neither do they spin. But I say to you that noe even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed as one of these. And if the grass of the field, which is to day and tomorrow is cast into the oven, God does clothe, how much more you, O ye of little faith? Matthew 6:26 – 30

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For those who have not had the privilege of hearing a Meadowlark sing:

Originally posted on Out of the Closet and Into the Light.