Sunday night at 2am, I was awakened to an odd ruffling and fluttering noise. I thought at first the dogs were up and shaking their beds between their teeth, having a little play time. Then I thought maybe they were just scratching and swirling their collars around their necks, as we have had a battle with flees. I would think I was drifting back to sleep and I would hear the sound again. What in the world? I finally realized the noise was not coming from the dog's room. It was coming from the kitchen. I thought oh no I hope there isn't a rodent in my kitchen. I slowly walked into the kitchen and flipped the light on quickly. As I did a bird begins to fly in front of me and across the kitchen. Obviously it startled me and I tried to figure out a plan to get it out of the house. My brain wasn't fully awake and I just wanted to sleep. I didn't know how in the world to get it out and for some reason I was scared every time it decided to fly around. What I did notice was the bird was tired and weary. A few times it landed in the window seal of our breakfast area desperately looking to escape it's captivity. It was so tired from trying to figure out how to get through the glass it would just lay there with it's wings sprawled out devastated from the severe frantic impulse to be free. After a few minutes of watching and not knowing how to intervene I woke up Marc. He wasn't thrilled and together we devised a plan and was able to sweep the bird right out the window.
I tossed and turned trying to get back to sleep and the Lord was on me. He said to me there was application here but all I wanted to do was SLEEP. After finally getting to sleep, I struggled to get out of bed at 6am to get kids ready for school. The Lord was still whispering, application.
Mondays are grocery days at our house. It is time to restock the pantry for the week. I was busy with my list in hand and my head down going through each isle at the ever dreaded WalMart. I looked up and a women approached me with a line of "had I tried this certain product and did I want a catalogue". I was caught off guard a bit as I was in my zone. As I was turning the corner to the next isle the Lord whispered to me "what would life be like if everyone were so bold and would speak of ME like they spoke of their favorite product, or their favorite hobby, favorite job, or favorite anything for that matter? Would there be any tired people around desperately trying to free themselves from captivity or would their longing be fulfilled due to the numerous amount of open mouths proclaiming the Good News? Would they know of the freedom they have in Me because of the boldness of someones love for their Savior?"
Ouch! So many times I walk through my day with my head down not looking to share my Jesus with that desperate soul, that frantic bird searching for freedom. I am too busy to share my favorite with someone because I am on a grocery mission...a family to feed, and sleep to be had.
I wonder...Is it because money isn't involved? You know we all do strange things when money is a factor. Is it from fear of rejection? Is it that we aren't madly in love with our maker? Is it because we don't want to look silly in the middle of a store or parking lot or odd place where most people don't share the Lord? Why don't we share the most precious gift ever with all we come in contact with? Why it is we won't help those little birds find freedom? Actually, what we as Christians have to offer is more valuable than money. It is a matter of life and death. It is a matter of eternity.
Encouraging you today to keep your head up. Listen for the fluttering around you and let the Lord lead you to be bold for the ones that need to be set free by His amazing grace. There are many fluttering for freedom.
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