again.
âItâs such a vivid picture of the Christian life.â
âThe same thought had just occurred to me,â David said, more to himself than to Birdy. âThe wind is constantly pushing us backwards, making life more difficult.â
Eyes on the bird, Birdy shook her head slowly. âI meant, the hawk. About not fighting the wind, but embracing it. Recognizing it as Godâs presence, engulfing us.â
David turned toward her, surprised at the parallel she had drawn. Surprised by the depth of her thoughts. When she realized he was staring at her, she became awkward and ill at ease, backing up toward the schoolhouse door until she bumped into it. âI have a few things to finish up before I go home.â
âBirdy, hold on.â
She spun around and looked at him. She had brown eyes. Warm like coffee. Funny, heâd never really noticed those eyes before. They were the same dark color as Freemanâs, David realized, having just seen him earlier today, yet Birdyâs eyes were soft and sweet. Frankly, despite her substantial height, everything about her was soft and sweet. It was hard to believe she was related to Freeman and Levi. âHow did the day go?â
Birdy thought for a moment, then grinned. âLetâs just say thereâs room for improvement.â
On the way back to the store, David realized how tense he had felt as heâd walked to the schoolhouse, how tightly he had been clenching his muscles. Fighting the wind. He deliberately tried to loosen his body by moving his neck and arms about.
Instead of perceiving the force of the rushing wind as an enemy, he began to imagine it as the presence of the Holy Spirit enveloping him. And if that were true, then it was a reminder that God was with him, in this and around this. He had been fighting so hard, ready to give up, exhausted by the fight, because he assumed he was alone. He wasnât. And he wouldnât give up on this little church. Not now. Not yet.
Something incredible happened. He suddenly became relaxed. His soul settled, as if it had found its still point. He found peace.
A great spiritual lesson about submission, he realized, had been given to him today, through two unlikely sources: Birdy Glick and a bird.
For the third day in a row, Jesse had missed breakfast. The household was well into its day as he opened cupboard doors, trying to remember which one held cereal boxes. His father came down the stairs two at a time and went straight toward the door. Catching sight of him, his father backtracked and stuck his head in the kitchen. âMorning, son,â he said pleasantly, âwhatâs left of it.â
Jesse lifted the cereal box. âCare to join me?â
âNo, I need to get to the store. A delivery is due in by ten. And you donât have time for a leisurely breakfast, either. Hank Lapp is expecting you.â
What? So his father had been serious about this buggy repairman notion?
His father studied him in a way he knew all too well. âItâs time to put that head and body of yours to work.â
âI see.â He wished he did. âDad, Iâve been thinking it over. I donât think Iâm really suited for buggy work.â
âSon, you seem to think youâre not suited for most employment.â
That was a fair statement, one that Jesse agreed with. The problem was that boredom set in so quickly in a routine job, and his mind left for greener pastures. âIt doesnât seem fair to Hank Lapp to have an apprentice who doesnât want to learn how to repair buggies.â
His father waved away that concern as he opened the door. âJust remember . . . inspiration follows perspiration.â He stuck his head back around the kitchen doorframe. âHank was expecting you at Windmill Farm two hours ago.â
Hank Lapp. Jesse wasnât quite sure about that wild-eyed fellow, who always seemed slightly off-kilter.
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