There’s a reason I named this blog My Magic Life. I really do have serendipitous or coincidental God-things happening all the time. I want to try to do a better job of writing some down. Take what happened at Christmas… one of my best friends gave me this shirt:
She gave it to me while saying, “I know how much you love trees and I was looking at some different shirts that had gloriously full, colorful trees, but I was really drawn to this one. I don’t know why!”
“I do,” I answered, knowing exactly why. “Let me tell you my red bird story.”
And I shared with her how, years ago when Andrea was a toddler, I was going through a transitional period and feeling lonely and worried. “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” you know. It was a bitter cold winter day and I was freezing at work. At that time I worked in an old drafty building for a small agency and everyone was out of the office for meetings so I was there all alone.
I decided to take a break, go into another office with a big window, and daydream or pray or probably cry. Suddenly a bright red cardinal flew into the scene I was looking at and he was striking against the snow and the gray of the day. I don’t know why, but I took it as a sign. I guess it made me feel like there are always things that will fly into the picture to brighten it up – give it life – bring me joy.
Ever since, and I know this sounds crazy, whenever a bright red cardinal pops into my view it comforts me. I tell myself it’s “my” cardinal… telling me I’m in the right place and he hasn’t forgotten me.
When I first got divorced from R in 2009 and had to move to an apartment, I was checking out the view off my balcony of my new neighbors’ bird feeders… daydreaming or praying or probably crying…
when HE showed up! I caught this time with my camera!
And I had an overwhelming feeling that, once again, I was in the right place and that everything was going to be just fine.
And THEN… mom told me something that happened to her and dad regarding me. The entire time I was in Kentucky in 2010 – grieving my divorce in a therapeutic setting – she and dad prayed for me every day and noticed a cardinal would sit on their deck and yell at them through the big kitchen window. YELL at them! Every day! For SIX WEEKS! She said they knew it was telling them something about me, letting them know I was okay. I sheepishly wondered if she realized I’d also been working through all my childhood/growing up issues and that maybe that bird was also yelling at them on my behalf.
But wow! To have a BIRD that has my back! It’s incredible!
By the end of the story Carol and I were both crying. The shirt she got me looked exactly like the scene the first time I noticed my bird. Carol said that angels can take whatever form they want and this one of mine knows I recognize him as a cardinal. I think she’s right.