Day 35 Earnest December 17, 2019 08:22
Typically I'm amongst the fortunate few that manage to dodge the seasonal cold and flu bullet. The mere fact I would have the gumption to even boast or breathe those words has probably set me up for a grand failure this year. In fact not only did it hit me hard, it's hanging on for the dear life of me. You know the one. The sniffling, sneezing, aching, coughing, coughing, coughing, stuffy-head, fever, so you can't rest cold.
I've missed several days of my healing mile which seems ironic as the mile is appropriately named the 'healing' mile. But I'm half back in the saddle and made the trek this day. I remember learning during the croup days of my oldest son 'cold air is good for shrinking the bronchial tubes back to normal'? The verdict is still out on that one.
Under the weather as I was, I felt the prompting to bundle up, cover my face and venture out. I clearly sensed the spirit say, "I'd love to spend some carved out time with you today my daughter." And with an offer like that from the Maker of the Heavens and Earth how could I resist?! Truly.
So out we went-Murph and me, layered up and eager to experience something epic. The first half of our walk was somewhat uneventful aside from the fresh winter visual of the lake freezing around it's outer edges. I didn't realize that when the lake water starts to freeze it makes this crazy high pitched shrill like humming sound- all the works of the Creator. Fascinating.
As we walked I prayed. Nothing monumental or desperate really- just simple one line prayers of gratitude...
"Thank you Lord for this beautiful morning I get to be with you."
"Thanks for always showing up for me."
"I'm grateful that my heart seems to be healing somewhat."
Then we heard it! A high pitched "hey you!"whistle like chirp coming from behind us. A bit startled, we immediately stopped, turned our gaze backwards, looked up and saw him again, His Majesty, Mr Eagle man who I've officially named Earnest.
I gasped as if I had just gazed upon the most rare and treasured specimen. And then reality rung like a gong (BONGGGGGGGGGG). I DID just gaze upon a most rare and treasured specimen! A bald headed eagle sighting in my neighborhood in between our two tiny lakes is of epic proportions! I couldn't peel myself away from this rare and beautiful God delivered treasure that I almost missed! But didn't! Because he whistled us down!
"Don't miss me!" he said. "I came here for you!" he chirped . "I've been waiting for you!" We stood there gawking at his gloriousness and after a five minute stare down we decided to part ways. I turned around, prompting Murph to follow and Earnest spread his grand wings, flapped them a time or two and took off soaring away across the lake until he disappeared into the vast blue sky. Breathtaking.
I thanked God again for surprising me, and for lavishing me with such treasured gifts and moments. Call me crazy but I wonder how many of these gifts I truly have missed due to my sights being set on those things that do not bring life. I'm not going to beat myself up, (hold on while I punch myself in the face) but I am taking note to look for him and his goodness in the everyday. And I trust with all my mending, broken heart that it is His joy to surprise me.
'But without faith it is impossible to [walk with God and] please Him, for whoever comes [near] to God must [necessarily] believe that God exists and that He rewards those who [Earnestly and diligently] seek Him.' Hebrews 11:6