Happy Tuesday everyone! I wish it was Monday, though, because then I could say: “May the 4th be with you.” Haha! I don’t know if you have seen that funny tag on the internet yet, but our family certainly got a kick out of it. It doesn’t help that we just began watching the Star Wars series. It has been a decade since we saw one of those intergalactic movies! Time flies. Speaking of time, I thought it was high time I shared the wonderful story of my precious dove, Sensation.
One of you saw his cameo in this post and wanted to know why I still had doves, whenever she thought I had sold them all. Well, the fact remains, I still don’t. I sold my flock last summer to a kind old gentlemen who had been racing* these birds since he was a little boy, and so I knew I could say goodbye to them without fearing what their future might hold for them. They went to a great home!
That was last year, around the end of Summer. From the day they all left in their wicker baskets, I didn’t think of the possibility of them coming back to my house. Why? Well, I was never able to train them to fly home from the distance of their new home. Not one thought did I entertain regarding this possibility. I did miss them though, and that was most definitely the hardest thing to overcome. No longer having the responsibility of caring for, watching over, and interacting with them was most hard. I knew that it was right that they were gone, because I had a host of other responsibilities that needed my time, but there was that gap. I needed to love a creature.
I soon found myself looking for a replacement. Parrots, hamsters, even the notion of a hedgehog sounded fun, but every one of them was a dead-end road of an idea. The family didn’t wan’t another animal, and I knew deep down that none of them were the right fit. They just weren’t the same as my powerfully built little speedsters that my flock of doves were.
The sheer delight of watching them glide, swoop, and spin were some of the most fantastic feats I think I have ever seen a creature do. Whenever they took flight, part of me went with them. My imagination would take over and I was spinning, and swooping with the best of them. I knew them all so well. By their pretty eyes I could decipher who was who, and I never had to look up to know which one was crooning to another–I could tell that too. Oh, I just missed them!
I prayed. I plead with the Lord to give me satisfaction of heart, and not to get worked up over not having those lovely creatures to care for. That wasn’t enough, though. I still prayed that one day I might have just one flying companion to call my own again. Just one. But I always ended with, “Thy Will be done. Amen.”
Do you know what? In those prayers He taught me something–the Lord truly takes delight when we open our hands, asking for something, not knowing if the desire of our heart is a part of His plan, but still hoping, still praying, but fully leaving Him to write our story. Giving Him this kind of control is one of the greatest lessons I learned during this time, because when I did learn it, truly and completely, no turning back with a pining, longing spirit at the loves I had given up, He administered this gift:
I kid you not, on Christmas Day, the birthday of our dear, gracious King Jesus, He gave me the gift of a winged companion. We were gathered around our dinning room table right in the middle of an intimate phone conversation with our wonderful Gran, when Brigi shouted, “Oh goodness! Jess! Look, its your bird!” She was pointing in the direction of the window which overlooked our backyard, and sure enough, through the glass pane I saw a beautiful snow white dove descending onto the loft roof.
I immediately excused myself from the conversation, and letting the family take care of telling Gran what was going on, I ran outside to see who had come home. It had been so long that I couldn’t tell who it was at all (so sad!), so I went to get my list of dove names and AU band numbers. Before I could see who it was, I decided to be a good hostess, and opened up the closed off loft. The dove flew straight in, and I walked through to get a better look at his banded leg. The number matched up with the name Sensation on the list.
So. Here was the Lord’s gift to me. I was communing with Him the whole time in prayer, and praise; hoping against hope that this dove wouldn’t have to go back to the gentleman, and praising Him for this miracle.
Even though I didn’t want to, I phoned the old gentleman right away, to let him know that one of the birds he had bought from me had flown back to my house. All I got was: “To leave a voice message, press 1”, and so I did. Two more times I did that, and two more opportunities for my dove to go back to his new home went to the wayside. The Lord had truly given Sensation back to me. I was so happy!
Over the course of the Winter, I tamed him once more, keeping him safe in the loft from predators. He saw only me for three months, and quickly grew used to my feeding him. Before long, he was feeding out of my hand. As soon as the warmer days came, I decided to test how loyal his attitude was towards me, and opened up the loft for him to come and go as he pleased. I wanted to see if he would stay, or find a new flock to fly with. There was that possibility, what with our living in the country.
Sensation proved loyal indeed, or else the Lord has been very good to let this sweet bird stay around. We have become his flock now, and he comes whenever we call his name, hence the picture of him standing next to Charlotte. Sweet boy.
Every morning, right as we’re ending Family Worship, Sensation pays our back deck a visit, waiting for his breakfast. I have taken to feeding him on this “lofty perch” and he seems to really like being near the family. We all gather around the doors and window, and watch him. He even knows how to get my attention if I have missed a feeding–if I am outside he will fly down to me strutting in front of me on his stubby legs, cooing, before flying up to the roof of our house. He waits for my call, and comes down immediately, cooing as runs over to the food. He is so good at expressing his simple delight!
Sensation has been a wonderful friend! He has indeed filled the gap, and I no longer pine over my loss. I know the Lord has given him to me to take care of, and I will continue to look after this most precious gift as long as He deems best. Soli Deo Gloria!
Can you relate to this story?
Who is you favorite creature companion?
Did you know about homing pigeon’s abilities?
Jessica, the eldest sister & singer
P.S. Thank you for your showering of prayers! The Lord has begun to answer. Yay! Still waiting for His hand to move, so keep us in mind. Thank you, dear ones. You don’t know how precious you are to the girls and I. 🙂
*I said flock of doves, but really they are pure white homing pigeons who have the ability to fly faster than nearly every bird species, except the Peregrine falcon, and know how to find their way home, even if they are hundreds of miles away. Thus they are flown in races, and earn prizes of money and trophies for their owners; almost like race horses… They are truly exceptional creatures, and those are just a few of the reasons why I decided to have them those many years ago.