Trying to be a better pet owner, I've been walking the dog more frequently. We used to go to the dog park more often; but, our dying car is too risky to drive the 5 miles out of the way to get there. So, she's been moping around the house, exhaling frustrated sighs of boredom as she lays at my feet. As always, guilt has motivated me to try harder, and spend more time with her.
Walking out in the windy coolness of a quiet day, we happened across several large oak trees alive with the frantic scramblings of hundreds of swallows (or possibly sparrows?). They adorned each branch and twig, filling in the spaces between leaves and blocking out the sun. Every few seconds one of them would call out "Chinese fire drill!" and they would swoop out of the tree in enormous, swirling groups across the sky. After a few loops and aerial acrobatics, they would once again descend into the crevices of the trees.
The silence of three hundred birds flying directly overhead amazed me. With all the activity and death-defying tricks, their wings glided and moved without a single extraneous motion or noise.
It was one of those mundane moments that had transformed into a "wow" moment as I thought about the mass of separate beings, of flesh and bone, flying in complete and flawless synchronicity. It was a brief moment of reflection and reminder of God's creative ability and incredible imagination.
Just. Plain. Cool.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them..
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.