Birds seem to follow me – sometimes quite literally. I once found myself in the center of Hyde park, sitting on the lawn, reading the Psalms quietly to myself. After fifteen minutes I looked up to discover that roughly 20 birds had decided to listen in – standing in a circle and staring at me.
Then there was the swan that bit me in Switzerland.
Or my neighbor’s parrot that would chase their cat down the street while calling it “butt head.”
My life is full of stories like these.
Even more than being amusing anecdotes, birds seem to show up in prophecy and in God’s whispers to me. At times when I am feeling weary, or when striving rears its ugly head, I will often look up to the sky and see a bald eagle flying over head (the other day it was two flying side by side). Birds remind me of verses found in Isaiah 40, Matthew 6 and 10 and others. They remind me of God’s sovereignty and care.
Stones are much the same way.
During a particular prayer session, during a time when God was breaking me of self-sufficiency and a skewed understand of His gifts, He gave me a vision of Jesus dropping a bocce sized stone in my lap. At first I laughed, thinking that He was telling me a joke (this is telling on its own). After a second the tone of the vision changed. God said, “It wasn’t a joke.” And he splits it with His hand. The stone was a geode – full of beautiful, amethyst crystals.
My heart melted.
God is good – and that is what sparrows and stones mean to me. They are reminders of the Beatitudes, of how much God cares for us. They remind me of His sufficient grace. May you find that here, in my little corner of the world, where the Father’s heart abounds every day.