A Moment in
By Shannon Parish
to the sound of birds outside of my window, I laid upon my bed under the gentle cool breeze, drinking in the fresh newness of the morning.
For some reason I had awakened alert and refreshed this morning, unlike
many where I could barely get myself out of bed.
desire was to be an ordered person, taking care of personal things in the
morning, reading the Word, eating a decent breakfast and beginning my day with
my "head on straight.” With
the shower completed, hair combed and makeup actually on, I went downstairs and
poured water in my coffeepot for tea.
eleven year old son had asked me if I would awaken him so he could have tea with
me in the backyard if I got up early today.
So tip toeing into his room, I sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his
back. The quiet richness of the
morning was just too precious to speak louder than a whisper, and I wanted to
drink in every second of this rare moment.
Instinctively my son threw back the covers and fell into the swing of
quietly putting on his clothes as though anticipating some delicious secret
event that only he was going to be privy to.
in the kitchen together we stirred the honey into our cups and poured the hot
water over the delicious herbal teas we had selected from our private
"stash.” Once outside we sat
on our bench and breathed deeply, smiling and entering into a sort of oneness
with all of nature. Sitting there I
noticed four huge trees in the back yards behind us.
Each was being touched by the same wind that was blowing that morning yet
each had a different sound and rhythm in response to that wind.
son was speaking to me about his world and the things that interested him when I
noticed something floating just beyond his lap. It was a long legged spider attached to a strand of web being
carried by the breeze that was blowing our way. Pointing to it we both drew up and pressed against the wall
of the house to avoid being landed upon by this unwelcome visitor.
The web floated past us carrying its guest into the grass beyond our
were a few flies that began to bother us, and I was puzzled by their presence,
as there was nothing to attract them that I could see. Standing up and stretching my son glanced down at my feet.
"Mom!" he exclaimed, "There is half of a mouse under your
I moaned, instructing him to go get something to throw the mouse into, a
sort of payment by our big black male cat, the worlds greatest mouser.
He was always good at working to pay for his 'keep'.
struck me then that God was speaking all around us through the creatures that we
were keeping company with. "Son,"
I asked, "If God were speaking to us through the things we've seen this
morning, what would He be saying?"
eyes turned toward the big trees and he sat silently for what seemed quite a
while, taken away by his wandering thoughts.
The morning was as hypnotic to him as it had been to me!
He sighed and replied, "Well, I guess God would be telling us that
we are all different and react to His Holy Spirit differently!"
was pleased; he was catching on so well! I
wondered silently what the floating spider might 'mean' as well as the dead
mouse. As my thoughts wandered, my
son chatted happily and freely. It
struck me that I was missing the most precious of moments, and that was the love
and trust of my son as he shared his deepest thoughts. So caught up was I with 'interpreting' the signs about me,
that I was oblivious to a most wonderful gift from the Father Himself...my son.
as I taught in church, the things I'd seen that morning came back to me along
with an understanding of what the spider could have represented.
There was a need to illustrate the ease with which we get caught up in
unrighteous behavior, and that we should avoid it as it silently comes our way
to land in our lives. The flies that were attracted by the dead mouse symbolized
the enemy, who after all is the "Lord of Flies.” When something in our lives dies, like our First Love, the
enemy is sure to be attracted to the stench that will emanate from within us.
The flies representing bitterness, frustration, anger, irritations,
ugliness, or in other words, the works of the flesh.
is amazing to me. He is not limited
in how He speaks to me, and loves to speak to me in the language that I'm the
most familiar with. Being a visual
and creative person with artistic talent, I delight that He chooses to
illustrate His word in such magnificent ways.
The fact that my child so readily heard the voice of God through the
breezes thrilled me as well. I
rejoiced in that very special moment which had been under my nose the whole
time. I had but to step into the
moment to receive this sweet gift brought to me by my First Love, Jesus.
A Cartoonist, Graphic Facilitator and Creative Life
Coach, Shannon Parish devotes her life
to encouraging those who are fed up with the 'status-quo' and are determined
and pursue their purpose and destiny in life through one-on-one mentoring,
facilitated workshops and retreats.
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