So the week I went home to Rochester, New York was pretty spectac!
I went to Chicago, for the first time, ever… and didn’t even plan on it… (and I will share those pics later)… but i mostly looked for signs of release. The book signing was enough elation to help me fly free for a few months; but the little subtle signs were good, too.
Like this little baby who sat at my feet on the Sunday I attended my brothers church, Changing Lives Worship Center.
Sign of my baby being released…
Now, I love babies, so though I looked around when for his mom, when saw him, after returning from the restroom, I was very surprised no one came to get him a bit later! So I began to ponder to myself, as I always do… and talk to God inside… I believe I heard a still small voice whisper...” Your baby is here.” I believe sometime in the natural, you have to see evidence of the spiritual. (And this little sign was to help my unbelief.)
I kind of smiled inside, because they were so many things on my heart I couldn’t believe were finally happening, like my book signing, being one of them. Was that a baby? Well… yes it was… because I had to bring that sucker to birth! And man oh man was it a HARD delivery! In the natural it took about six years! And in the spiritual, it took maybe seventeen or more… which actually felt more like twenty years!
Have you ever felt that way? Like something that took so long in the natural, and it wasn’t coming because there was some other purpose involved. meaningful times, yet very unclear, spiritually. I wasn’t all that concerned initially for a book signing until people in Rochester started asking me to bring my book! And… then, I managed to pull something together. I heard need for it.
And then next awesome miracle was…
This awesome bird’s nest on Mom’s porch.
Bird’s nest on mom’s porch.
I mean, Seriously!??
I was like: “Why is there a nest on mom’s porch!!? And I never got a chance to really ask her. I just snapped a pic, thought about it, and moved on.
So I called her today, and asked – and she said there four birds born on their porch, and they finally grew out of their nest! She said they watched them for a few weeks and when they were old enough, they flew away and left the nest.
So of course, I looked up the word “nest” to see what I could parallel my experience to – and see if it meant anything at all for me, in my interesting life and… “nest ” means: the place where a bird lays its eggs and takes care of its younger; it also means: a refuge, retreat or (get this…) “an altar.” Oh Lord!! That word “always” sticks with me! Of course, at altars, something sacred ALWAYS happens! And I write about most of them, in my book, Red Sea Situations. (See, I told ya there was a connection!) 
So the sacred part about birds nests and babies is the fact that we had so many birds and so many babies, near. a Like in my current life, his parallels to my “birthing” out new opportunities for my coaching prospects. I have quite a few clients now, and more than I ever have! Two kinds of babies – a real one, and one baby that thrives out in nature and has has to do with making sacred altars … Hmm… what does this mean?? I dunno! But I know its encouraging! So nice to see that sitting on my moms porch was a blessing waiting to bless me! And then, another time while in worship, with God. Both in places where altars lie.
And… so it is in these sacred places where we get to ponder where birth and blessing lie simultaneously – and notice what it involves… the sacredness of it all.
What we attach meaning to, keeps us in a blessed place. Selah.
