I experienced my third bird strike in four weeks against my car. The first one happened on June 20th on my way home from work. I thought it was crazy but considered it a random event. The next bird hit me on my way to church on June 26th. I was driving in town so I was going much slower than highway speeds like last time. The bird should have had time to avoid me. This time I thought they must be out to get me since I knocked down a partial nest at my house.
On July 11th, I was driving into work being very concerned and tense about leaving my job of eight years and starting a new job next week. I was going about 45 mph on a twisty country road slightly less than my usual pace. Bird number three decides to leave the tree that it is sitting in and flies into my path. It makes a very deliberate turn in front of me and opens its wings as if it were going to land on the windshield right in my face.
All three of the birds have hit on the driver-side door frame in the same exact way. The third bird was distinctive because it was solid black. I turned in my letter and left work about an hour later. When I was back home I sat down and considered what had happened. I don’t believe anything that happens three times with such deliberate action is random. Experiencing life with Amy and now without her has taught me to pay attention. I read up on bird omens, birds flying toward the observer is supposed to be a good sign.
Should the bird or birds fly straight at you, it means they will bring you good luck (windfall, blessings etc.) with them.
While staying away from mysticism, I also recognize when a message is being sent.
New and Old. I am thankful for my church family. The book on top is a gift from my church family that I appreciate very much. The Bible underneath was given to me by my pastor when I graduated high school. The Bible is starting to show some wear on the spine. As they say a scuffed Bible is a Bible worn down by the prayers prayed over it. An old Bible that looks brand-new is a Bible that has never been used.
I wrote this on Facebook on July 30, 2014, the day after Amy passed away. The comments after are so important to me.
“8 Last of all, as though I had been born at the wrong time, I also saw him. 9 For I am the least of all the apostles. In fact, I’m not even worthy to be called an apostle after the way I persecuted God’s church.” 1 Cor 15
Even if all we could afford was a 99 cent frosty at Wendy’s. Amy always made me feel like a king for spending that time with her. She appreciated my attention in a way that paid me back ten times what I gave to her. She asked me over and over again what she could do to please me as much as I pleased her. She never quite understood that to please me it was enough for Amy to be herself. The suit of armor to be Amy’s white knight doesn’t fit me but it is something that I wish to grow into.
The man who finds a wife finds a treasure and receives favor from the Lord. – Prov 18:22 (NLT)
But this precious treasure—this light and power that now shine within us—is held in perishable containers, that is, in our weak bodies. So everyone can see that our glorious power is from God and is not our own. –2 Cor 4:7 (NLT)
Store your treasures in heaven, where they will never become moth-eaten or rusty and where they will be safe from thieves. 21Wherever your treasure is, there your heart and thoughts will also be. –Matt 6:20-21 (NLT)