Have you ever noticed that fear comes alive in the middle of the night? When I wake up at 2 a.m. my thoughts more easily spin out of control and my fears become bigger and more believable. It’s a struggle to get back to sleep.
Out of the corner of my eye, I became aware of a flock of black birds flitting outside our back windows. A large number of birds flew together searching for food. It’s winter. Cold. Rather barren. And in the midst of these realities, God provides food for the birds in the form of small fruit on our tree. This makes me think of Jesus’ words: