He squeals in delight and I can’t help but chuckle. His 5 year-old arms, spread wide, wave wildly as he tests how fast and far his legs can take him.
I watch long and can’t help but feel even his play is an act of worship. For he holds nothing back and makes reckless abandon look easy. What freedom…
The sparrows’ chorus catches my attention and I tell my blue-eyed boy they are encouraging him along. He stops his own flight, looks up towards the branches of the cottonwood and exclaims plainly: “Mom, the birds always sing.” And while skipping off, he joins in…
All day, I carried that thought around with me. Later, I read this:
He continued this subject with His disciples. “Don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or if the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your inner life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the ravens, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, carefree in the care of God. And you count far more.
Luke 12:22-24 The Message
I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve read this passage in numerous translations. Still, the last portion stopped me in my tracks, as if I was reading it for the first time.
The ravens, free and unfettered…carefree in the care of God.
Friends, I think I’m finally getting it.
Thank you, birds, for being the prime example of this.
Barbara Brown Taylor once wrote: “I know plenty of people who find God most reliably in books, in buildings, and even in other people. I have found God in all those places, too, but the most reliable meeting place for me has always been creation.”
And I tend to agree. For I can see how planting ourselves in God’s creation makes it easier to experience Him. There, we’re not confined by walls, a small door, looking through windows. I watch these birds as they work hard, play hard, sing hard, care for each other relentlessly and I see it…carefree living — their lives are performed through glorious acts of worship.
I’ve never thought of it this way before, but it makes sense to me now: We can be carefree because we are in the care of God.
There are many names the Bible describes God as. And when you compile even a few of them together, you begin to see. He’s our provider, our shelter, our healer, our comfort, our friend. And my goodness does He ever care for you. In every way imaginable.
Friends, that thing weighing you down. The worry that is nagging you relentlessly. That diagnosis, prognosis, or whatever ‘nosis has got you wrapped up — spread those arms wide and give it to Him. Run wildly to His arms. Squeal with carefree delight as you look up and realize — there’s always a reason to sing.
We have permission and I say we take Him up on it. Let’s choose today to live carefree in the wonderful care of God and join in on the grateful chorus.