by Nan Jones
Bless her heart. She was a haggard little thing. Feathers askew, falling out, barely hanging on. Molting? Maybe. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is how she spoke to me this morning.
There’s a birdfeeder right by my window beside the couch where I enjoy my quiet time in the mornings. From this vantage point, I can watch the world awaken with its dawning light, its mist lifting over the creek, and listen to the birdsong.
It was birdsong that drew my attention to the tiny haggard wren — she was bursting with song! Perched on the wrought iron curve of the birdfeeder, she tossed her head back, set her gaze heavenward, and belted out praise to her Creator.
I sat mesmerized and soaked in every note.
SHE WAS HAGGARD AS COULD BE
Here she was, haggard as could be, and no thing or no one was going to stop her song of praise. She was bold and certain.
It was a message to me.
Recently, I had forgotten to be thankful, and the consequence was that I lost my peace for several days. I was miserable. Haggard. My eyes were not heavenward, but inward. My lips voiced grumblings rather than praise.
And my peace was all but gone.
Paul exhorted the Church at Philippi saying, “Do not be anxious or worried about anything, but in everything [every circumstance and situation] by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, continue to make your [specific] requests known to God.
“And the peace of God [that peace which reassures the heart, that peace] which transcends all understanding, [that peace which] stands guard over your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus [is yours].” ~ Philippians 4:6-7
That peace which reassures the heart.
That peace which transcends all understanding.
That peace which stands guard over your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
How? With thanksgiving.
I don’t like my circumstances — this season I’m in. It’s exceedingly difficult and filled with challenges of the heart.
But once I stopped being so selfish and turned my eyes heavenward, I realized that many are the reasons for giving thanks! God has been with us every step of the way.
EVEN HAGGARD PEACE CAN BE BEAUTIFUL
I have a roof over my head, even if it’s rusty. The rust doesn’t leak, and the shades of brown and amber are quite beautiful, in their own sort of way.
I have a car to drive. I named her WayMaker because only God could have made a way for me to purchase this vehicle. His grace and provision were miraculous.
I have food on the table, and shoes on my feet. I have friends and family who love me and support me … sometimes despite myself.
And I have Jesus — my faithful Friend, Savior, and Lord.
We are not defined by our circumstances, but by God’s love. We are not held captive by our difficult places, unless we choose captivity. Christ has come to set us free.
When we are haggard, the Lord says, “You are beautiful, My child. Let me infuse you with My strength.”
And when we are overwhelmed by our difficult, broken places, the Lord says, “Run to Me. I will lift you high above the soul-danger.”
Thanksgiving reminds us of these truths — it creaks open the door of our heart so that His glorious light can come into our darkness and restore peace.
And you know what? Even haggard peace is beautiful in its own way. It’s a bit like the crucifixion that must come before the crown.
Selah
