Come to the Feast

Dear Friends,

I’m not one to “believe in signs.” I find myself cautious to attach power to random objects or events, but at the same time I wonder if I’m missing out. How is that sunset speaking to me? Recently, I started seeing these unexpected “visitors” in my life as invitations – somehow, the idea of an invitation is more aligned with my experience of God.

The other day, an invitation appeared on the grass in front of our house….a bird’s nest. We’ve found bird nests before, delightful constructions by our hard working neighbors at the lake.  This one is different. I don’t know what kind of bird made it, but this nest is so sturdy it includes mud as well as twigs and strands to set its deep pocket. My husband picked it up, we looked in wonder, and placed it on a glass plate…just to contemplate as June turned into July.

The winds, the night before the nest’s arrival, were powerful, many trees came down in our area. The nest survived, no eggs or broken shells were nearby. This gift landed into my life, inviting me to sit with its message of waiting…birthing…preparing…creation.

And that has become my prayer. How am I waiting? What am I birthing? How shall I prepare for my invitation to create love?

Friends, my sharing today is patient and gentle – I offer that to myself and to each of you. What invitations have dropped into your life recently? How might your loving God touch your heart through that bright red cardinal? the rippled sunlight at the water’s edge? a box full of memories? an unexpected wave of deep feeling? Our loving God invites us into our human experience, invites us to live deeply and reflect tenderly. 

I add here, “The Invitation,” that reminds us to “come to the table, we’ve been invited, come to the feast.” (click the link to listen and see). I will join you at the table, so grateful to hear the call to Love.

Peace, Lisa