Faithful

So I and my family have been in a bit of a rough patch in our life. Which is okay, because easy paths make for boring stories. But this morning was particularly hard for me. The usual getting-ready-for-church frustrations got magnified out of all proportion. During worship service, I fell apart.

I try not to cry in front of others. As a person with Asperger's Syndrome, witnessing others cry is extremely uncomfortable for me, since I can never seem to figure out what I'm supposed to do. So I try not to subject anyone else to that situation. But, this morning, I broke.

It was strange, though. It felt like my tears hones my praise to razor sharpness. I wasn't able to sing, but my spirit seemed to be shouting to the heavens, reverberating like a bell, and I envisioned my praise as a sword flying upward and piercing the sky.

Then, during lunch at home, my husband motioned us to the sliding door. The tree right outside was filled with chickadees.

I've heard that people sometimes have certain signs that remind them of God's love. Some people find coins, others see hearts. For me, it's birds.

Was this a sign of a breakthrough for my family? I honestly don't know yet.

But I do know that, whatever happens, He is faithful.