“The LORD will guide you continually, giving you water when you are dry and restoring your strength. You will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring.” Isaiah 58:11
Our chickens enjoyed a time of free range, until the coyote took three for a late supper, leaving only feathers and my daughter’s whispers of their names: Lois, Ginger and Stripe.
They only range now when one of us is in the yard and when the time comes, we must chase them to return them to the coop.
We have a speedy one, my daughter laughs as it requires me to run circles round a tree and dart about to the music of her laughter. To add to the frolic, I find myself negotiating and convincing, as I cluck and puff about, telling the chicken of the safety of the coop and the wily hunger of coyotes. Yet, once in arm, the feathers tuck in and the bird is calm.
We --in all our humanness--are quick ones too, in our running about in all directions, unaware of the dark to come and the hunger seeking us; distracted by newly found treats, scents and shadows—fearful of what protects us and welcoming to what hurts.
Advent comes as the days grow dark and nights long, as if we are being shown the time to turn ourselves toward home, the place of quiet and restoration. Will we return with a gentle guide or will we run and squawk?
Guiding God, bring us to you; give us thirst that we seek your refreshment; give us work that we are readied for rest; may we find ourselves home, restored and ever flowing with grace for all.
submitted by Trish Dowd Kelne