winter birds

we traveled the state today. michigan is unique. when you head north you end up seeing trees you don’t see in detroit. you breathe air that isn’t available downtown. we traveled and now children are tucked in and josh is reading a book and i am thinking of a friend that traveled a lot further for this day, her wedding day.

born and raised in ethiopia, he took her hand today and he promised.  i met this girl at michigan state university almost twenty years ago and today she said ‘i do’ in africa.  i’m amazed at the goodness of god.  the old hymn sings ‘those who trust him wholly, find him wholly true.”  and that is what my friend, so dear, has found.  she has found god wholly true.  she flew over oceans and walked an even longer distance down an aisle to the country of marriage.

Hidden in the hollow
Of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow,
Never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry,
Not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry
Touch the spirit there.

there is a life for those that fly the paths marked out in the sky, who go where the wind leads.  it is a life of concrete peace.  its hiddeness is a joy.  its singularity a joy. its surety a joy.  its refusal to be rushed a joy.  there is a life god has for those he loves that is a joy.  and i’m thankful tonight.  thankful for my own short travel and oh, so thankful for her long travel into the arms of this man who has married my friend today.  my friend who is so highly valued.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

matthew 10:30-31

4 replies on “ winter birds ”
  1. I’m not sure I can add to the beauty you express so delicately in this (or any) post, but I’m delighted to be able to interact with you here in the comments! 🙂

    This story is so beautiful, the birds such a beautiful symbol of her journey. You wrote that “there is a life for those that fly the paths marked out in the sky, who go where the wind leads.” I celebrate with you this woman’s faith to fly in the direction of love. I think, too, of my missionary in-laws who flew where God’s breath blew them, yielding to His holy wind.

  2. Thank you for this, Zena. It has been a joy to share my life with you and an honor to have you write about it!

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