Good morning…
I pick a few choice sentences from her handwritten card: “In thinking about those little birds, the goldfinches, I wonder how they feel about losing their beautiful feathers. Are they irritated? Do they feel like those of us with cancer who have lost their hair? Or, do they know that God intends more from them – more birds, more joy, more beauty? I think of John 15:2 – “Every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.” Couple that with words from Streams from the Desert: “The gardener stops pruning and trimming the vine or weeding the soil only when he expects nothing more from the vine during that season.” And we know, from Psalm 50:11: “I know every bird on the mountains…” Despite this difficult time of molting in my life, I am thankful for the new growth to come. Thank you, Sue…for this seed and all the rest. Much love.”
To molt means to lose a covering of hair or feathers, replacing it with new growth in the same place. My friend and the goldfinches have molted this season, losing hair and shedding feathers. On a spiritual level, all of us have molted this season, letting go of what was to make room for more God, more joy, more beauty. In the same place where the old has been loved and lost, LORD make us each vividly aware of Your new growth.
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? (Matthew 6:26-27, NLT).
…Sue…
Sue
