Ever since I was a child God has spoken to me in very unique creative ways. Mostly through animals and nature. When he is really trying to catch my attention, he will send a dragonfly or bird my way. He specifically uses hawks & doves to catch my attention. There have also been times I’ve felt him near as I observe his creation. The flowers, trees, and stars, mostly shooting ones always seem to catch my eye right when I need something to give me peace or direction. Simple reminders that this world is bigger than this moment, yet I can sit here and enjoy it. Today he spoke to me through two doves. Two doves were making a nest in a small tree right in my back yard. I actually put this post aside and it’s been a few days. When I first began the post both doves were creating the nest. Daddy dove was flying about collecting twigs and such for momma dove to weave her magic. Now today she or he sits waiting patiently. Waiting. I searched out the type of doves these are. They seem to be mourning doves. They look almost identical and they both take turns guarding and protecting the nest. They work together to build it, and work together to keep it safe. They make a great team. I sit and ponder what God wants me to do based on this beautiful basic demonstration observed through my window.
- I need to let James be the daddy & work to collect what we need for our own nest.
- We need to be a team, and build it side by side.
- We need to wait patiently for what is going to be birthed
I’m sure living in a tree isn’t the best of conditions for this momma or daddy dove. Especially here in Florida. It literally rains twice a day. Yet they rely on God to protect and take care of them.
I thought to myself, okay little dove, do you not know you live in Sarasota? There are beaches not too far from here. You chose this neighborhood to live in? Perhaps she’s already aware, and doesn’t care. Perhaps she does care and there are safer trees she could have chosen to build her home in. Yet, God had her build her home here. For me to see. For me to observe and glean from their demonstration of teamwork. For this I am more than thankful. I am undeserving of such love from the father. That he would send me such a perfect depiction of my life through a couple of mourning doves outside my window.
It hasn’t been easy being a stay at home mom. I have always been independent and quite busy. This has been a season of patience. A season of humility. I season of mourning. Here I am. A mourning dove, waiting for God to birth something new in our lives. It’s coming. Just need to be patient while waiting, and allow my husband to lead right now. Even if I don’t understand. Even If it looks all messy. God has a plan.
We Are Sojourners 