There are so many
ways God calls a soul into his presence. We are all human, all the same, but
all different too. He knows each of us, and uses what we love to call us. The
goal is to get our attention, so he can feed us.
I have a bird feeder
in my backyard. I’m new to this whole bird-feeding thing.
Wandering through a
Kmart that was closing, I found a tube style feeder. Very inexpensive. Hmm…this
might be fun. I brought it home, wondering what kind of seed I should use. My
neighbor told me that she had two feeders: one with wild birdseed, and one with
black sunflower seeds. Each attracts a different type of bird.
Not being able to
make up my mind, I went out and bought both. I filled the feeder half way with
wild seed, and finished with the sunflower seeds. Everyone’s happy.
What fun it is to sit
out on my screened porch and watch! It’s fascinating. Each bird searches for
just the right seed. A finch lands on the perch of mixed seed. One peck and it moves
to the next perch, hoping for those black sunflower seeds.
It’s the same with
the wrens. One nip at the sunflower seeds; up to the next level they go.
They know what they want. No second-rate lunch for them.
Different seeds for
different birds. But, in the end, all of them are fed just the way they need.
God uses all
different kinds of ‘seeds’ to draw his children to him too. Some people just
love soft music, or opera. The melodies make their hearts soar to the heavens.
Some might experience the presence of the Lord in nature. Rolling waterfalls
and wildflowers turn minds to the Creator of these wonders.
For me, it’s nature and
candlelight. I live by an Arboretum and I love walking along the nature paths.
I never walk fast, just sort of amble about, head tilted up to see the leaves
play with the sky. Or I might be looking down for the little flower that waves
for attention. It’s so calming for me, and turns me to thanks for all the
beauty. And I am fed.
Candlelight, or the
white mini-Christmas lights lit up on my porch, fill me with peace. I love to
pray and read in that room, surrounded by the soft glow. It reminds me of the
light that God is in the darkness. The calm invades my soul. And I am fed.
All of life sings its
songs, hoping to attract attention long enough to lure me stop and perch for a
while. In the middle of that rest and praise, God feeds for the journey.
There are so many ‘seeds’
that can call a soul into the presence of God. What resonates with you, makes
you different and fascinating; and makes me stand in awe of a bountiful God.
He shows himself in all things, so we may be sure to see him in whatever wraps
us in wonder.
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