Migration

God gave my daughter and me one of those moments the heart of a mom loves. A moment of hope and shared experience in the form of a winged migration like none I’ve ever seen. It was an incredible sight. Hundreds and maybe thousands of Canada and Snow geese formed a labyrinth across the sky. I stopped the car to take in the wonder. All the energy saving V’s blended together, not separate but still distinct. The tail of one would blend into the beginning of another.

While the Canada geese were more organized, the Snow geese flew in like a mob without a leader. The effect gave the appearance of swirling smoke. We watched the strenuous rhythm of wings beating bodies forward. We rolled down the windows to the cold air and listened to the din as they flew above us. But the honks and squawks were not cacophony to God. He understands.

As I pulled the car away, we caught sight of a lone bald eagle. Magnificent wings positioned as it effortlessly soared toward its river nest for the night.

We watched the wonder of God’s creation. God placed within these creatures knowledge without having knowledge of the pattern of life, the direction of home and safety.

I long, yes, I faint with longing to enter the courts of the Lord.

With my whole being, body and soul, I will shout joyfully to the living God.

Even the sparrow finds a home,and the swallow builds her nest and raises her young at a place near your altar, O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, my King and my God! Psalm 84:2-3