I love my backyard view, so still: bright reflective waters, motionless leafless limbs, clear cerulean sky. But I really love the birds. As I watch them flit, soar and twist through the air I wonder why they make my heart sing. Is it the variety of color? Their cute faces? Their movement? Ah, that’s it!
Something about the way they move through the sky. That dance on the motionless air. Something I can’t see, air. My mind knows it’s there, I understand the science of it, but my eyes never notice it. Until I see wings spread out, pumping, gliding, lifting, and I am reminded that air is matter as tangible as water. A thing that can be moved and used to advantage if you can travel light enough with the wisdom to use it to advantage.
And that’s why I am mesmerized by the dance of my avian friends. They can’t see it and don’t know the science of it, yet they fly through and with it, like they are one with this thing I can’t see, air.
The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. – John 3:8
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see…
By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible… But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. -Hebrews 11:1, 3, 6
Photo credit: Pam Anderson