View from the View
For the past few days, I have taken a walk out of my neighborhood, and up to the Lewis and Clark Trail Stop (I had to Google to see if it had an actual name, we just have called it the View because of, well, the view you can get at the top of the hill). A little later in the morning, I’ll make my way, drive up the path and just sit up there a while.
I’ve been practicing doing this intentionally, praying or thinking quietly before parking under a shady spot near a tree at the middle. After that, I sit there for a little while and just open my heart and my ears to whatever the Lord wants to say to me.
This morning, for about two or three minutes, there were two hawks circling right above me — I could see the brown and white of their feathers. I could feel as the briefly cast a shadow, blocking the rays of the sun. It was worth driving up there just to see that. But I also felt like I was intended to see those birds. I heard the Holy Spirit tell me to take a look at these birds, at their wings and the quiet strength and clear sight they have.
He drew my mind toward that same closeness, hovering just overhead, looking at every detail and warding off any troublemakers that might cause any distress toward the object they are gazing at. They see and they keep looking.
I felt like the Lord was reminding me that I wasn’t just going about and living all on my own. I am under assignment; these animals and their simple act of flying in close circles were being pointed at as a reminder of the constant watch over me.
If I did not have this specially designed and miraculously delivered cart, I would never have been able to do that. I never would have had the idea or the ability to access the freedom to go on a walk and be able to catch a glimpse of God’s affection and attention for me, reflected in the normal, animal instincts of a hawk.
It was something worth seeing, and I constantly reminded myself of what I ha seen and what I had heard under the tree all day, so I could share it with others.