Hello! I woke up to a crystal clear sky this morning, with a forecast that promises to be something of a heat wave. I know 45 degrees doesn’t really count as being a real heat wave, but if you put it in between the bitterly cold days of January then of course it counts! These outfit photos were taken a while ago, so unfortunately I can’t remember the particulars of that time. Instead, I am going to write about something quite different.
Last year, around this time, I was just aching for warmth and release from Winter’s frozen prison! This year I am of a completely different mind; there is an energy I have noticed about this Winter that has made me more appreciative of its usual dormant life, wrapped up tightly in the icy grip of cold. Yesterday, more than any other day made me happy for this time, and I’ll tell you why.
Dress: Made by Mom // Hose: Target // Shoes: Bait Footwear // Earrings: Gifted // Headband: Lilla Rose
We were on a walk yesterday, Mom, Brigi and I, when we came upon a little tiny brown ball on the opposite side of the street. This proved to be one of those instances in which a little voice tells you to turn your head and look at that “leaf” to make sure it is one and not something more exciting. (I have these “gut feelings” every once in a while, and I truly believe them to be the voice of the Holy Spirit. It’s the voice that lets me know if there is danger ahead, or if something really amazing is going to happen. Most people call it instinct or intuition, but after reading a little bit on the Holy Spirit’s role in our lives from the theologian, Dr. Kuyper’s book, “The Work of the Holy Spirit”, I know it is He and not my own instinct. For where else do these supernatural things come from except God, when He is working out His will in our lives?)
I paused abruptly, and took a good look at that “leaf”. Suddenly, I blurted out, “It is a mouse!” and sure enough, the “stem” was the tail, and the little balled up form was the “curled leaf”. Mom, acting upon my declaration, went up to it and bent over to have a good look to make sure. The mouse was a mouse, and it didn’t even flinch or run! I grew a little excited because I knew what would have to happen–that mouse was nearly frozen stiff, still breathing, but just too cold to move, and it needed help getting off the road! I tiptoed over to the dear little thing, and, carefully stroking its little head, I understood that it was really not going to move. I feared that it would eventually get run over by a car if I didn’t do something, so I gingerly wrapped my hand around it and picked the little creature up. In that moment, I realized that this was the safest place the mouse had ever been in its life.
Carried in folded fingers of my gentle hand, I took the mouse to a little spot in the sun, just on the edge of the surrounding woods. I took one last long look into its enormous noir eyes, and breathed a little warmth over its face. It just sat there, content and trusting; or else just too dazed to compute what incredulous things were happening to it. I looked back over my shoulder at Mom and Brig, smiling, before I bent over and tenderly set it down in the dry old grass. I then placed a few leaves over its small body to give it a hiding place, before tiptoeing back to Mom and Brigi to resume our walk. I don’t know what happened to the wee thing after I left, but God does, and that is enough. 🙂
I have some pretty odd wishes that float around in the back of my head, one of them being the opportunity to hold a tiny field mouse in my hands, without it squirming or flinching from fright. Sometimes I pray for such precious moments to happen, other times I just wait and see if they will. I try not to get caught up too much in the online activity that daily beckons my attention, leaving room for God to let little wonders happen in my life. But they are not supposed to happen every day; so I go to work on my tasks, hoping for them to come soon. I love to look out for the little moments when my secret wishes come true, as this one did. There is nothing else like the feeling of such a tiny body in the cupped palm of your hand! The spiritual energy I gain from something so small is indeed amazing, and I feel like I can do anything at that moment. And there again is the definite hand of God; His love being poured over me, filling me completely
So, what is this story for? This story is for those of you who are struggling to know the character of the Lord, to bring you hope and joy that He does care for even the tiniest of dreams in your heart. Not all of our prayers will be answered, but when they are, how often do we remember to thank our Savior for bringing such simple blessings into our lives? So long as we do not contend for these things beyond our bounds, but quietly wait for Him to fulfill His will, we will not suffer, but have joy. Also, remember to use the strength He gives us in these moments to share it with others, so that you are not the only one who is made to smile that day. Share the joy, and nourish the weakened souls with Christ’s love.
Have you experienced the realization of a life long wish yet?
Where do you find spiritual strength in God the most?
Which season are you learning to enjoy better?
Blessings upon your Sabbath tomorrow!
Jessica, the eldest sister & singer