Saturday morning at our porch party, the wind whipped around the house, bending the frail-looking Georgia pines. My husband and I wore heavy coats and were covered in blankets. We sat rocking and drinking coffee together.
Of course I was thinking about lots of things.
Some family issues.
The small group at church we’re going to be leading soon.
And I was drawn to the strangest sight–
A clump of leaves way up high in the top of a hardwood.
I’d noticed them several weeks ago.
“Look at those leaves in the middle trees. Why are they there?”
“It’s a squirrels’ nest.”
“Isn’t that weird? It didn’t fall–even with all the wind and rain.”
“And the poor squirrels had to build it with the only things they had. Leaves and twigs.”
“I bet they didn’t worry or complain. They probably didn’t say, ‘I wish we had a nice box lined with a soft blanket instead of these dumb old leaves’.”
Rick looked at me like where do you come up with this stuff?
I didn’t care. I had that sweet, warm feeling God was talking to me.
Later that day, I did some research on squirrels’ nests.
They build their nests with green leaves in the summer. After packing them in tightly, the leaves die and turn brown, and their nests grow even stronger in the winter–just when they need them the most. (Here’s more info on Wikipedia.)
You wouldn’t think squirrels’ nests could possibly work.
A pile of sticks and some leaves.
But they do.
It’s exactly the way God planned it.
When He calls us to do something seemingly impossible–a job, a dream, or even to love someone–He gives us everything we need at just the right time.
And not a moment sooner.
Have you ever experienced one-leaf-at-a-time kind of faith? Tell me about it! I’d love to hear.