I was a complete and utter brat yesterday morning before church.
Nasty things were said and done for which I am ashamed and have since repented.
While in my worst stage I dropped Phil off at church and drove off in a horrific mood.
I pulled into my driveway and a bird was right in my path. I beeped several times and the
bird would not budge. I swore at the bird. Nothing happened. I shut my car off and jingled
my keys at the bird. Nothing. The little bird looked at me and puffed up but did not budge, as
if it were telling me to stop being so stupid, get over myself and get back in my car.
So I did that. I reversed my car and drove to church. I was mad at and thankful for that bird
all at once.
Thanks for coming to me in bird-form God. You're funny.
I took a picture for those who may think this is a too-good-to-be-true tale.
7 comments:
I must say I love your honesty. It's refreshing. I'm glad you came back. Wasn't it a good service?
Indeed it was. Really good.
I love this post, Kerry. Isn't it hilarious the way God can speak to us sometimes?! Usually unexpected and always spot-on:) He knows exactly how to stop us in our tracks! ~Sarah
i think it's rather funny that, in your state, you didn't just run the bird over
It is amazing how God can come to people in different forms. God is good.
Patti would have run the bird over. :)
I pulled forward several times but decided to let 'em live.
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