Grace. In the midst of a very stressful time, He sent this grace.
Pigs in the neighbour’s corn, and out overnight. A house restoration schedule we can’t seem to get a handle of. A three-hour commute for chores. Sales that have fallen through. The waning of his work-year. The return of a demanding school schedule.
And William and I were on our way to the veterinarian to collect some medicine to try to save a sick goat.
Worry has a way of charging me, like a surge of electricity. My mind races trying to think through every possible solution to every possible problem, seeking ONE answer that will solve them all.
It was a beautiful autumn morning: crisp, windy, bright. As we approached the causeway, around the bend in the road, my eye was caught by something I hadn’t seen before. I drove on while it registered. I stopped, incredulous.
A pair of swans.
“Trust in Me. All shall be well. Slowly, slowly.”
So I walked to the rail and watched for a time. And let peace settle on my heart. Allowed Him to gently remove the burden from my shoulders. And left with a heart full of thanksgiving.
A swan song of gratitude as I die to myself – just a little – and let Him work.
It is believed that mute swans sing only once. As they are dying. Sweetly, calmly singing themselves away.
