If you look out from my backyard you’d see this awful looking tower. But I’ve grown to somewhat like this tower. From time to time I see a large bird flying around it, landing and staying awhile. My guess is it’s nest must be up there somewhere.
The other day I could have sworn I saw a mama bird giving flying lessons to her baby bird right next to this tower. They took off from this tower, and the flying lessons began.
She and the smaller bird would be flying close together, she’d wrap around and then hover right underneath the smaller bird. When this would happen it looked like one bird (you couldn’t see the smaller bird on top). They would then separate… the mama would fly a little bit away again, and the smaller bird would fly, begin to fall… and she’d scoop him up again.
I watched in utter amazement.
Watching the mama bird and this baby bird made me think of Jenna. Birds are kind of her thing. So this made my heart swell with tears and joy.
Thinking of how much I would have loved the chance to teach her to spread her wings… and fly. Encourage her to chase her dreams, and become a beautiful young lady.
But really, more than anything I love little moments like this. The little moments that come so unexpectedly and so out of the blue. Little moments that make heaven feel just inches away, for even a short while.
Even tears can be healing.
That mama bird will never know the sweet moment she gave me, getting to witness something so precious.