Last year, as I was caffeinating on my back porch, I saw this crazy little black bird. He was so basic of a bird, one that normally I would have paid no attention to, but that day he caught my eye, not because of his beauty but because of something else.
Normally for me a bird would represent peace or even freedom when in flight. Diligence as it builds nests or searches for food.
Today I can watch them and it calms and inspires me. But- I only find inspiration in them today because of what God showed me last year, in that crazy little black bird, I saw in a different light. One, to be quite honest, that I didn’t like. That little bird looked so sad with his, “ruffled feathers”, a hot mess of a bird -you might say. What usually was a calm, peaceful sight for me- stirred my spirit in the opposite direction. I felt frustration for this little bird . I thought, “Somebody get this bird a comb!”
I wanted to brush and smooth his feathers down so they could return to their once calm-put together state. But I began to think deeper, and God started revealing my heart and I heard Him whisper, ‘How often do you allow others to ‘ruffle your feathers? How often do circumstances have you in a state of ‘hot mess’?” As I pondered that question, a deep conviction gripped my heart. You see, my feathers often stay in that crazy, ruffled position. As soon as they’re smoothed out and put together- back to the hot mess they begin to gravitate. “Oh my lord!” I cried out, “I need a comb, Lord give me a comb!” I think I heard God laugh at me, in my ignorant state of vanity as He said, “Allison, why is it that a birds feathers ruffle up in this way?” I’d seen enough PBS and National Geographic channel to answer this question VERY easily.
I knew it was a cleansing process-to remove dirt so they could preen themselves. It’s a readjusting of feathers. As I’m thinking through the functions of that process, it hits me, like rushing wind filling my wings. And yes, even with my ruffled feathers, I was so excited that I think I almost took flight.
You see, God allows people, circumstances and trials to ruffle our feathers, not to have us ‘look’ a hot mess or fall apart, but to wash and preen us. We are always in need of a re-adjustment, always in need of a preening inside our heart.
I’m praying today- no matter who or what ‘ruffles your feathers’-that like me, you are reminded of that crazy little bird, and know that, you’re not in need of a “comb” but something beautiful is being washed and preened in your hot mess in life.
Never forget that all the discomfort is positioning you toward your destiny in Christ…..so FLY! 🦅