bird

I went to the grocery store this week to pick up a few items and decided to stop by the deli to purchase some delicious cajun roast beef for sandwiches. While I was waiting for them to slice the meat, I glanced down to the floor and standing right next to me was a little bird. His head was turned up toward the large case full of gourmet cheeses as if he were contemplating which one to buy. His tiny feet then clumsily scampered on the cold tile floor over to the cake display at the bakery to admire the luscious cakes. Then he used his wings to flutter away toward the produce section. It made me smile.

I was instantly reminded of a line from a favorite movie of mine where the female character describes observing a butterfly on the subway who gets on and off the train as if it actually had a conscious purpose and desired destination for its movements. Sometimes I wonder if God looks down upon us like little birds or butterflies. We flutter around incessantly searching for "something," some destination or place where we think we should be, when really we need to be relying more heavily upon Him to be guiding our tiny footsteps across the face of this planet we call home. It is my prayer today that the mind of Christ will be so alive within me that I feel His hand gently directing my delicate little "wings" along this journey called life.