I woke to the morning calling my name.

The wind across my face, and the colors of the sun on the autumn leaves.

I smell the rain that is holding off and the moisture in the air that lightly touches my skin.

Longing to stay, I see the sparrow hopping and taking wing.

Transitions and goodbyes are so hard.

She cocks her head at me and hops forward a few more steps.

She takes wing, hops, pauses, and stares.

“What is it my friend?”

“Are you hungry?”

“How can I help you?”

Without words or human voice, she whispers, “No, I’m good. In fact, I have a heavenly Father who cares for me—look around at His creation!”

Trees, seeds, water, soil, my nest made of the earth…

She sings out, “My soul rejoices!”

She tilts her head and speaks to my soul work. The helper in me that just can’t be still.

“Be still.”

“Just. Be. Still.”

As I watch in stillness, God welcomes me into the space of calmness and love.

Oh my beautiful daughter, you do not have “to do,” to be.

Live in the moment, and do not fix.

Let it go, and do not cling.

Rest in my love and beauty without a single goal but to experience the moment I have set before you.

As tears flow from my eyes, the wind picks up and colorful leaves are swirling to the earth–rain in color. Another little sparrow joins her. Together they fly into their nest.

The morning complete.

My aching to get up and feed you, care for you, has turned into joining you in worship.

In this space, this time, and this moment, I join the song of the sparrow and say,

“It is well with my soul.”

October 27, 2019