Not as Alone as We Thought
“God moves in a mysterious way the wonders to perform; God plants firm footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.”
William Cowper in Book of Hymns # 215
The parsonage side yard is quite private, surrounded as it is by Trinity Lutheran Church and parking lot, and it is a good distance from NY 150. It’s not on a direct path for anyone going anywhere. Yet when I looked out this morning, I was surprised by all the footprints on the fresh snow.
Dainty, precise prints of a cat crossed the snow on its rounds of the neighborhood.
Tiny bird tracks filled the ground under the bird feeder.
Squirrel tracks came from the trees in the front of the house, also headed for the bird feeder.
Some creature left a long, continuous path under the snow, maybe a field mouse?
The tracks that worried me, were large boot prints that came from the parking lot right up to the living room window! Ah! The unseen man delivering fuel oil had left his marks, too.
All the time I’ve been thinking that our yard is silent and empty, it’s actually teeming with activity by creatures living life right here with us.
Perhaps the Spirit of God works in this mysterious way.
Perhaps the spaces around us where we have organized the stuff of our lives, are actually filled with the presence of the Holy.
Perhaps the air we breathe is alive with energy beyond our understanding.
I could not see all the activity in my yard until the new snow revealed all those tracks. Maybe it’s not until we look with expectant eyes of wonder that we will become aware of the mysterious activity of the Spirit.
“Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; the clouds ye so much dread are big with mercy, and shall break in blessings on your head.” William Cowper in Book of Hymns # 215
Weather report: Blessings promised for the days ahead
heavy downfall expected.
Peace and Blessings,