I wanted that pigeon dead; it’s sad but true. Now don’t get me wrong, I love birds. I’d like a house full of them, and barnyard too. (Not that I have a barn!) But I did not like that pigeon! “Kill that pigeon, I said!”
The outside walls of our old house, like the one pictured below, are full of nooks and crannies. Perfect nesting spots for birds. And I usually think: “Oh how lovely, baby birds to watch!”
But roosting pigeons are loud and annoying. And their favorite nesting spot is on the same wall as our bed! Our walls are really thick and I never would have dreamed that a bird could be heard through them. But that morning dove came through loud and clear each day. Too early. And too loud. And the longer I heard it, the more I wanted that bird dead!
But my attitude troubled me.
It wasn’t even the bird’s fault. She was only doing what doves do. Then one morning as I got more and more angry, this Bible verse came to mind:
Rejoice always. Pray without ceasing. In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus toward you.1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 WEB
Give thanks for everything? That didn’t leave much room to grumble and complain, did it? And over a dumb thing like a pigeon!! So I thanked God for that dove, and then I remembered how happy I always am to see other wildlife. Was the pigeon really any different?
And you know, all at once I found all kinds of things to be grateful for!
- I’m thankful that I live in a peaceful, quiet place.
- That it’s quiet enough to hear the chirping birds and insects.
- That it’s a beautiful area full of wildlife.
- That I awake to birds singing each morning, not to the din of traffic.
- And that my alarm clock is a gentle dove. And not bombs exploding, as in so many places around the world.
The dove hasn’t gone away just because I’m thankful for her. She’s still there. But that’s OK. Because I know she’ll soon leave her nest, leaving my mornings in silence. And because the gentle cooing of that dove showed me how many blessings I forget to count! We have so much to thank God for.
How many blessings do you forget to count?
For all that has been, Thank you. For all that is to come, Yes.Dag Hammaskjold