As we awoke yesterday to our world blanketed with soft snow,
we realised the birds needed more than just the breadcrumbs we continue to
scatter throughout all seasons. Don filled the seed feeder, positioned a fat
ball, and we ordered a new supply of peanuts.
And then we watched as the birds clustered round this new
thing in their neighbourhood, apparently unsure of how to access the seed
inside the swaying tube. One or two would perch momentarily on the lower tray,
attempt a few pecks, and flutter off.
By the afternoon, they’d all remembered or learned the
technique required and this morning there is a bevy of birdlife jockeying for
position on the feeder and the fat ball. The ground is strewn with the seeds
they are spilling, and the still-fat pigeons and the beautiful pheasants are
re-discovering this garden of plenty.
I am so grateful that God’s provision of the nutrition of
his Word is not seasonal, but is always available. His presence, in prayer and
in Scripture, is with me always. It is unlimited, available to all who open
themselves to him. I don’t have to jostle and jockey in competition for a scrap
of wisdom or encouragement.
I thank God for prayer. Not the kind of prayer that is
written on hankies and hung to catch the breeze in the trees, in hopes that
someone is listening, that someone who cares will catch my prayer and answer. No,
I thank God for the kind of prayer that is a relationship between me and the
holy and perfect Almighty, a two-way communication of honesty and peace, in
which I can pour out my deepest desires, anxieties and regrets, knowing that my
companion understands, forgives, and has power to restore, refresh and inspire
me to greet this new day with hope in my heart.
What an amazing God we have.
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