On the Wednesday morning after my husband had died on Saturday, I woke up at 6 am. It was a very quiet morning and the lake was as smooth as glass. For a skiing family, this is a call to get out on the lake. I looked at the dock and as I expected the ski boat was gone. They were out there taking advantage of the beautiful day.
So I went downstairs, brewed a cup of coffee and stepped out on the porch. In three steps I realized that something was wrong. It was deathly quiet. The usual sound of this porch is a constant chatter of song birds, the whirling of the humming birds up to the feeders as they fight each other for territory and the movement and chirps of the squirrels as they play tag with each other in the trees as children would on a playground. On this morning, none of these sounds were there.
It is always a symphony of blended voices of nature, harmonizing and producing a cacophony of interesting music. They chirp and call out and respond in the many pitches of the loud, soft, high and low sounds of the natural beings in the yard. This day, none of them were singing. None of them were playing. None of them were scurrying or flying or fussing or discussing as they usually do. It was quiet.
Suddenly, I heard a single loud mouth bird. It was so loud and clear. It was right there in the tree in front of me. It said, “I’m gonna miss you, gonna miss you, I’m gonna miss you, gonna miss you.” I was astounded. What did the bird say? It flew from one tree to another, closer to me as I walked to the railing of the porch.
Once again it said, “I’m gonna miss you, gonna miss you, I’m gonna miss you, gonna miss you”. I looked up to see where it was coming from. I could not see the bird. I looked up again and I said, “I’m gonna miss you too.” I knew without a doubt that God had set this scene up for me. The sounds of nature had all been silenced so there was no chance that I would miss the message. The chosen bird had a very loud mouth and I don’t know what it was but the rhythm and the volume has made me decide it was a cardinal. It was the exact message that I needed to hear. My husband was well, happy, content and letting me know that he would miss me.
A good friend gave me the book, Gift of the Red Bird by Paula D’Arcy sometime after this experience. In essence it tells of a divine encounter while she is on a quest to find peace. I enjoyed the book but I already had my divine encounter. I knew that God was letting me know that He had messages for me as I grew closer to Him through this tragic part of my life.
I think that it takes a life stopping event to halt us long enough to see the absolute blending of the physical and spiritual world. It is amazing how God has woven all of it together to let us feel and know His presence, His power and His love. Although I grieve the loss of my greatest love, I thank God for the ability to draw closer to Him and experience the many encounters of his winks.