Swooping, turning, diving, climbing, circling, in and out, a maze of movement and color, the barn swallows envelop the tractor as I mow the horse pasture. Constant energy, intricate designs, all apparently orchestrated by the unseen hand of God through the instinct He as imparted to them. It was over ten years ago that I realized the first part of a spiritual truth as I watched the beauty of their simulated aerial combat; loops and swirls, tight turns and weaves, crossing each other’s paths, all to capture the succulent insect dinners the mower deck urged skyward. I had recently left a job of 20 years and the steady income it represented. Future employment was uncertain. Doubts about my worth and ability to contribute to our needs flooded over me. Yet, there were the barn swallows, without care or concern, because they “birds of the air”, were being provided for by a faithful and loving Lord. I realized a couple of things then; that I was to trust the Lord to provide for Ellen and me and that, often, when God provides, He first creates a turmoil such as I was stirring up in the pasture. Every time I’ve returned to mowing each season since then, the barn swallows have also returned to perform their beautiful ballet once more. Now I see an even deeper truth to their delicate sky born dance; many hard winters have passed, yet both they and we are here still. Again this Spring we watched with delight as mother and father daily fed their babies till they could take flight on their own. He’s met our needs just as clearly even though the last full time job I had was three years ago when I was downsized and forced to retire. Many have been instruments in God “stirring” our “pasture” for us, for which we are truly thankful. As for the future, the Lord is true to His Word, His Promises: “Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more than they?” (Mt. 6:26)
Yes, we are. Yes, we are.