Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Three Little Birds
I woke up this morning particularly tired. Tired of headaches and trip planning. Tired of government agencies and agency e-mails. Tired of thinking about Yellow Fever and foreign travel. Mosquitoes and infants. Tired even of looking at Noah's pictures...the small, fuzzy images of my son that portray him about as much as our own imaginations can portray God. I'm tired of not knowing him. This past week...since Noah became our son...has been exceptionally trying. I can't explain it other than to say with the travel planning, uncertainty, government calling, and mothering...I am barely hanging on.
As I sat at the computer researching 3rd world illnesses, Good 'Ol Bob Marly came onto my Pandora. I must admit I rolled my eyes when I heard the song (I wasn't in the mood) until this phrase came into hearing: "Three little birds sit by my doorstep singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true; saying, "this is my message to you:"
A moment of Divine encouragement, (via Marley???).
My three little birds:
On a side note: here is some history on the Rastafarian movement.