I’m what most people would call an animal-lover. While I eat meat and don’t show up at PETA protects, I take care of my two dogs, cockatiel, and fish giving them lots of love and attention. Outside of my apartment, I take in the birds of the air and the beasts of the ground, but I am especially intrigued by the birds of the air. Feathers, wings, soaring, singing–birds seem to have it all, don’t they?
Yet some birds, like crows and ravens, have a rather bad reputation just because they like to eat carrion from time to time (OK, a lot). But did you know that the American Bald Eagle, a symbol of strength for our country–our national bird–is also a scavenging bird? You can read all about my love fest for ravens in my old post, “Fed By Ravens“. The post also offers a look into how Elijah was fed by ravens in the desert and mentions of ravens in the Bible.
That leads me to the story I want to share, which happened at dawn
on Friday (yes, while shopping). As I lie in my bed trying to get a few hours of sleep before heading out to shop with all the other crazy shoppers, I thought about a lot of things that brought me to tears. Somewhere in all that emotion, I asked God if He loved me, and I asked Him to show me something beautiful, just for me.
When I started my Black Friday routine, my mournful prayers were forgotten as I entered my shopping mode. I was a woman on a mission to find great deals. As I skipped out of Michael’s (craft store), I looked up into the pre-dawn sky and saw a raven (or crow) soaring above my head. While I see the birds every day, I also feel a twinge of joy. I followed the bird with my eyes and saw as it landed among 50+ of his brethern.
Yes, right there on the other side of the mall parking lot next to the bank was a flock of crows and ravens (they often combine)! I grabbed my camera (so thankful that I remembered it) and with tears in my eyes explained to Sarah that I needed to capture this moment. This moment was from God just for me. Of course, she said. While she waited in the heated car, I ran around in the morning cold snapping pictures of ravens and crows. The sun was peeking over the horizon, tears were flowing down my cheeks, and wonder was in my eyes. It was an overwhelming gift from God…and I knew He did it just for me. Not that other people weren’t driving by at the time, but none of them looked remotely interested in the “pesky” birds. Isn’t funny how one person’s glorious moment is something anothe person misses entirely? I love how God uses the natural to incite our passion for Him.
I feel like I can’t adequately describe the experience, but through tears and adjectives that aren’t “big” enough. If you’ve ever experienced this sort of thing, you know what I mean. So I’m going to share a few of the pictures I took, and I would love if any of you shared your own stories!