Perhaps he is speaking to you by the heron? I'm not one to attribute these interactions to your father's spirit interacting through a heron. But our Father in Heaven knows.
Yes I always think of him when I see the heron. Also so many other things in nature the seem to converge. Whether it’s association or memory, either way I love that he continues speaking in my heart. ♥️
Gilda, what a beautiful and touching reflection. I especially loved the connection between the heron and your father. How special that a bird you both searched for together now visits you so regularly. What a precious reminder of the moments you shared and the gift he gave you of appreciating God's creation.
Your observation that what looks like inactivity is anything but really resonated with me. Sometimes waiting can feel like nothing is happening, when perhaps God is quietly working in ways we cannot yet see. I've certainly experienced seasons when I've had to remind myself to trust His timing rather than my own.
And your final words, “Both of us waiting,” were especially moving. There's both sadness and beautiful hope in those words. Thank you for reminding me that even in seasons of waiting, there is still so much beauty to notice and so much to be grateful for.
Oh, thank you so much for these beautiful, thoughtful words! What a gift it is to know how this spoke to you.
I am so moved by what you shared about your own seasons of waiting and learning to trust God’s timing. I think so many of us know that place, and there is something comforting in discovering we aren't standing there alone.
Thank you for sharing your heart with me. It means more than you know.
Perhaps he is speaking to you by the heron? I'm not one to attribute these interactions to your father's spirit interacting through a heron. But our Father in Heaven knows.
Yes I always think of him when I see the heron. Also so many other things in nature the seem to converge. Whether it’s association or memory, either way I love that he continues speaking in my heart. ♥️
Gilda, what a beautiful and touching reflection. I especially loved the connection between the heron and your father. How special that a bird you both searched for together now visits you so regularly. What a precious reminder of the moments you shared and the gift he gave you of appreciating God's creation.
Your observation that what looks like inactivity is anything but really resonated with me. Sometimes waiting can feel like nothing is happening, when perhaps God is quietly working in ways we cannot yet see. I've certainly experienced seasons when I've had to remind myself to trust His timing rather than my own.
And your final words, “Both of us waiting,” were especially moving. There's both sadness and beautiful hope in those words. Thank you for reminding me that even in seasons of waiting, there is still so much beauty to notice and so much to be grateful for.
Oh, thank you so much for these beautiful, thoughtful words! What a gift it is to know how this spoke to you.
I am so moved by what you shared about your own seasons of waiting and learning to trust God’s timing. I think so many of us know that place, and there is something comforting in discovering we aren't standing there alone.
Thank you for sharing your heart with me. It means more than you know.
Waiting with you~Gilda ♥️🙏
So lovely, with your poetic flare for writing!
Thank you, Christine! So glad you enjoyed it!