Life has been a bit overwhelming lately. When I need a little respite from it all, I like to stare out the windows at the trees behind our house. Regardless of the craziness in the world or in my life, most days the birds are happily chirping and flittering around. The squirrels are busy gathering acorns and seeds. The trees bloom or the leaves are falling. The sun rises and sets. It’s so peaceful and wonderfully predictable.
It’s inspiring but sometimes I also envy the whole scene. How lucky for them to have no idea or any concerns. The natural world doesn’t stop because of a new virus or an economic crisis or a new president or bad news. In fact, it doesn’t even seem to care at all.
On a particularly hard day this week, as I stood at my window, I was reminded that I have the same opportunity as the birds. I can cheerfully continue on with my work regardless of what’s going on around me. Not as someone oblivious or uninformed, or as someone who doesn’t care, but as someone not impacted by it. The animals can sense approaching storms and the trees know seasons change but they persevere without anxiety. There is a different order happening in the world of the forest. And there should be a different order happening inside of me.
“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” Luke 12:27