I went on a walk with Ollie, one of my pups, on a drizzly winter morning. It didn’t take long before he stopped to sniff around a clump of tall bushes that had months before been stripped of their leaves. While he was occupied I turned, and right there, sitting among the naked branches was a beautiful little bird. He cocked his head and looked shocked to see me staring at him from no more than a foot away. In the spring, the foliage on these bushes would’ve kept him hidden. But not so in winter.
In an instant he was gone.
I watched as he darted upward, lighting on a branch so far above me that his tiny frame looked blurred.
“It’s winter little one.” I directed my thought to my feathered friend. “In this season of bare branches you can’t easily hide. Your forced to go higher to keep yourself safe.”
Perhaps that was God’s thought directed to me.
I’m not in a season of winter right now but it wasn’t so long ago that I traveled through a soul-winter so bitter that I’d given up on spring. As I look back on that season I see that like that little bird, all of my normal hiding places, those habits and tendencies that once sheltered me emotionally, were stripped bare and left me vulnerable. And it was then, in my winter, that I was forced higher. In hindsight, it was the fleeing from my hiding places that saved me.
I write this so I can remember. I’m certain there are things I hide behind now that will be exposed when once again my winter comes…
Have you ever been forced to let go of a habit that you were hiding behind or lies that kept you from soaring? Was it difficult? Was it worth it?
Love to you my sweet friends…