“What just happened? We were all together… right here… having a feast of family and fun only three days ago, making big plans for spring. Now this. What will we do.”
I am sure this is what the male cardinal lamented about noon yesterday as he sat alone, surveying the damage. He jerked his red head in all directions, clearly agitated at the change.
“How can our cardinal community survive these cold temperatures without the little bit of covering we had. And so near our major food source.” I listened as he sung his woes, sounding much like my own of late. He seemed quite forlorn, almost despairing.
I am as upset as the birds with this week’s pruning of the Chaste tree out my kitchen window, but I know the ending. They have no idea the timing of the trim will unlock new growth this spring and branches will be fuller, and later, lavender scented blooms will delight hundreds of bumblebees. But, for now, I do miss the constant tweeting of my winged family.
But you know, I relate to this red bird confused and questioning the happenings in life. Change comes to all of us…
What do we do when change comes? When tomorrows erase the joys of yesterday. Most of us must admit… we often worry, question, fret and cry at the changes… in the happenings of our families, our health, our world.
“We don’t laugh like we used to,” Tom was solemn, as he looked up from his book. He is right. Laughter experts… you know those… inform us that children laugh about 300 times a day. We as adults… 15 times.
When did we stop laughing?
“Even though the fig trees are all destroyed, and there is neither blossom left nor fruit, and though the olive crops all fail, and the fields lie barren; even if the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, YET I will rejoice in the Lord; I will be happy in the God of my salvation.” Habakkuk 3:17,18.
Imagine the barrenness, the failures, the emptiness … the hopeless expressed in this verse from Habakkuk. Then there is that little word, YET. Am I really to dance and be happy? Can I possibly rejoice? Is there hope after all branches are loped off?
YET… however, nevertheless, still, in spite of, but…. However we dissect this word, it means no matter what happens. Such a little word for a life commitment … I know God is…
Tears splattered the soap bubbles in the sink as I began singing, “I know who holds tomorrow…” by Ira F. Stanphill. I sang it over and over… determined to believe the words…
Change will forever be a part of life… that will never change. I can prepare myself for tomorrow’s change by knowing the promise for today. The author of Habakkuk affirms he is trusting in the Word of the Lord; he is confident the Lord is Who He is, has been, and will be… in the future.
God Himself has said, I will not in any way fail you, nor give you up, nor leave you without support. I will not, I will not in any degree leave you helpless, nor forsake you, nor let you down.. assuredly not.” Hebrews 13:5 Amplified.
I just feel God listens with special joy as we sing praises through our tears… oh, he loves our hearts, even as we struggle to trust Him with the changes in life: “I will sing to the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. May my meditation be pleasing to Him as I rejoice in the Lord.”Psalm 104:33,34
Some birds are adjusting… just a few… have returned to rest on the short stumps this morning and they are singing.