The Strange Bird on the Fence
by Andrea R. Taylor
I vividly recall this incident on the morning of Jonathan's funeral. I was feeling as if in shock--wondering if my faith had failed me and, thereby, allowed me to entertain the thought that my Jonathan was simply gone in body and in spirit.
I recall the bright morning sun casting its golden glow on my eastward facing bed and on my room. It was time to get up and prepare for the funeral.
As I began getting dressed, the strange call of a bird invaded my audible space. I thought, 'Now that's a sound I've never heard before.' I began to ignore it but as it began to beckon for my attention more and more aggressively (as aggressive as a chirping bird can get), I turned to the window and listened awhile, supposing it would fly away soon. However, it didn't. When I walked to the window and looked out, I saw the strangest looking bird perched on top of the fence some ten feet away--and staring at my window. I wondered what kind of a bird it was as I had never seen a 4-5 in. winged creature dappled with different colored spots on its belly, and resting comfortably on its fat belly. Now the rare bird was staring directly at me through that window. I examined it in awe.
Then I, seemingly without my own help, began to wonder if that bird was a sign to me that Jonathan was still with me in spirit. As I welcomed the fact that my son was indeed okay, the bird never took its eyes off me.
When I was convinced in my deepest being that it was a sign from God to comfort me concerning my son's whereabouts, it flew away as I watched--as if it had accomplished its mission!
Our children are in the presence of our Lord. Allelujah!
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