Courage. Focus. Trust.
Three words stacked, shuffled, played again and again in my spirit.
November was a frenzy of word output in the midst of the chaos of life and when I had met the goal to reach 50,000 words I set my novel aside and granted myself sabbath, the month of December to be still through advent and rejoice in Christmas. Now December draws to a swift end.
As the new year begins I must begin again, with courage, focus, trust and with perseverance.
Here's another little bite of what I've been cooking:
Jessie opened her Bible again to read:
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
“I like sparrows” she thought “they’re small like me, at least I feel small. But this keeps telling me not to worry, just like the calm voice tells me.” She closed the book, resting her chin on her hand, thinking about small birds and wings and wondering if God counts feathers too.
Johnny interrupted her thoughts, placing a steaming dinner plate in front of her, saying “Wings for my Angel with wings.”
“What??” she chirped, astonished.
“You said surprise you, what’s the matter. You don’t like wings?”
“How do you do that?” she asked him, starting to laugh, shaking her head.
“Do what? What did I do now?” Johnny looked confused.
“Well, God must like to talk through you or something. When I dreamed about fruit you offered me fresh fruit. Now this.”
“What? What? I still don’t get it.”
“I was just reading where God takes care of me and loves me more than sparrows, and I was sitting here thinking of feathers and wings…”
Johnny slapped his hand down hard on the table and released a loud roar of laughter. “And here I come with a big plate of wings. That is strange. Kind of scary if you ask me.”
“I think God just wants us to know He’s paying attention” Jessie answered. “And by the way, I do like wings, and these smell wonderful.”
"Weird, that’s what I say” Johnny pointed his thumb toward Bobbie. “We’ve gotta tell Roberta and see what she says about all this. Weird.”
Jessie didn’t answer for a moment. Her mouth was too full, savouring the taste of lemon, garlic and oregano on the wings. “Why should I be surprised that you’d make Greek wings?” she laughed.
“Hey Johnny” Bobbie called from the table where she had seated the couple with the wet umbrellas. “These nice folks said whatever it is you just brought out that smells so good, that’s what they want too.”
“Wings” Johnny said. “Greek wings. Anyone else want some?”
Hands went up around the room.
“Alright then, you got ‘em. Wings all around” he said, disappearing back into his kitchen.
As Jessie ate she let her mind wander, seeing wings and feathers and heads covered with hairstyles of all shapes and colours. The anxiety of the afternoon drained away.
“I’m not sure why I feel so peaceful all of a sudden” she spoke silently “but thank You.”
That’s My peace, and thank you for realizing it was Me.” The voice was strong, kind and clear. It almost felt like she could wrap it around her shoulders.