Suddenly

Sometimes I think about how God could use the tiniest bird, sitting on a branch in a cave somewhere, to announce something big. How He is so often in the details.

I wonder if your transition,

the thing that you’re praying for,

will come with birdsong, not fanfare.

A tree you've walked past every day with your heartache will all of a sudden sway in your direction, and God will have made it new.

The thing you're praying for could be blooming in silence in the dark somewhere that nobody sees, but does that make it not real? Not happening?

Small things sing and fly and nestle in flowers every day. The most beautiful miracle could come in the quiet. You could wake up somewhere someday, in the story you prayed for, and not know how you got there.

As my sweet second father said, “one day you'll wake up and look around and say, ‘it happened so suddenly.’”

Suddenly, the bird will chirp in the cave. And the tree will sway. ❤️