God, your works are wonderful.
The birds at the feeder kept me entertained as I folded the laundry. I watched them from my bedroom window. Two brown birds I’d not seen before clung to the wire mesh, pulling black oiled sunflower seeds out, one by one. I’ll have to look that one up in my field guide. Should be easy, its a rather ordinary bird, I thought to myself.
“Ordinary?” God questioned.
“Isn’t it?” I asked.
“Every living thing is special; unique in its own way. When you look at life, any life, and say that it is ordinary, you deny the power and glory of my work,” God said.
“I’ve never thought of it that way,” I said. “I’ve always thought that some animals were more special than others, you know, like some people are more special than others.”
“People worry about being special. They work so hard to be better than others, but they don’t understand that they were special to begin with. And everyone is equal.” God explained. “Your looks, bank account, career—nothing makes you better than others.”
“You mean I don’t have to work so hard to be special?” I asked.
“Not in my eyes. You can’t earn my favor. I’ve already freely given it to you, to everyone.”
“You mean grace?”
“Yes. grace. And the miracle of life,” God answered.
I looked back at the feeder at the brown birds still enjoying their lunch. “From now on, I’ll look at all of life as extraordinary. And I’ll stop trying to impress you and others,” I said.
“Just be you. You’re enough. Everyone is enough, just as they are,” God said and winked at me. I winked back and returned to folding my laundry.