We all have our “thing,” our moments, those times when we feel comforted by something or someone.
Crows took care of me when I was a young, sick little girl who was home alone and had to sit by herself in the backyard. They flew in and landed on the telephone line every time I went outside and talked their hearts out until I went inside. They did this every day for me, and I have been faithful to them ever since.
Because birds have been messengers to my soul since I was a kid, I stand for all ravens and crows when I say Edgar Allen Poe was the worst marketer ever.
Turkey Vultures also get a bad rap . . .
I live in the country, and in the winter we have the blessed company of eighty-plus turkey buzzards. Turkey buzzards have gotten a bad rap because they eat dead things, but the Native Americans called them peace birds because they only feed on carcasses. If you’ve ever watched them efficiently clean a deer left in a field by a careless driver or hunter, it’s impressive.
My husband has always felt they were harbingers of something dark, but I have found them to be immensely powerful. If you’ve never heard the sound of more than one hundred and sixty massive wings taking off from a tree close to you, I don’t think you can appreciate their power.
Here are a just few of my guys in the tree across the street:
And I knew those birds were for me . . .
This morning around 6:45 a.m., I was preparing to take my husband to his third chemo treatment (perhaps he has a point about the harbinger thing). I went out to start the car, and as I walked from the car to the front door I noticed the absence of turkey vultures in the trees.
I stood still and silently thanked God for such a beautiful morning and asked for strength. To be candid, I also asked if we could get out of treatment early enough to get breakfast. Hey, I’m addicted to bacon.
I looked up and noticed a single star still shining in the sky, and saw it as a sign of hope. Then I heard a loud sound that resembled a ton of ice falling off of the roof.
Because I was looking up at the star, I was positioned perfectly when eighty-plus turkey vultures took off from a tree in the backwoods and flew over my house, over my sidewalk, and over me.
Their wings sounded like a thousand sheets being snapped in the air at the same time. I must have stood there for ten seconds with my mouth open, watching them fly over me and land on the tree across the street. Their wingspans filled the sky, and I laughed out loud.
Find your thing today . . .
Each one of us receives comfort in different ways. Whatever the message, and whoever the messenger, the moment is uniquely yours.
So, pay attention. Because some day when you least expect it, your messenger will cross your path and it lift your heart.
My birds did that today. And, in case you’re wondering, not one single bird pooped on me. That could be the true miracle.
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