Blessed By A Feather
Blessed are the pure In heart, for they will see God. Matthew 5:8
I received such joy when I read this verse this morning. It’s not the first time I have read it, I have probably read it more than a dozen times. This morning it brought me such joy because of a series of events I encountered a few days ago.
I was browsing through Facebook while blow drying my hair like I typically did and I noticed a message in my inbox. So I clicked to open and it was a Kicks 101.5, a local radio station letting me know I was the proud winner of a meet and greet lunch with LANCO, an up and coming country band that will perform at their station the next afternoon. They ask that I confirm and let them know the name of my plus 1. We corresponded back and forth a few messages and I decided to let them know before the end of the day who I would bring with me.
I carried on with the remainder of that day doing all the things I would normally do. I had family that was visiting from Texas over for dinner and chatted with them on the couch for hours. In between the sharing of stories and catching up I scrolled Facebook and happened upon a post from a friend I have known since High school. She posted a picture of the exact band I had won tickets to see. Truthfully, I wasn’t 100% sure if I was going to go to the event. I’m not a fan of going places alone and couldn’t think of anyone that wasn’t going to be working at the time they were hosting it. So on a whim, I responded to her post asking if she would like to meet the band. She immediately responded and we made plans to go together.
I woke up excited to go that Friday morning. I was excited to see someone I hadn’t seen since High School and equally as excited to meet LANCO. I received a call from my sister like I do every morning as she drives into work. We were chatting at all the different daily struggles we both encounter in-between the screaming of my 3 years old nephew in the back seat. She abruptly let me go because I nephew was having a meltdown in the daycare parking lot over the toys he wanted to bring into class that morning. She calls me back minutes later and I could tell a change in her voice. She said, “Lulu, you are never going to believe what just happened to me.” I said, “Tell me.” She shared that she continued to go back and forth with Bentley over his toys in the parking lot, she was aware of a woman getting out of a car next to her and even thought I probably sounded like I am being mean. As she circled her car to close the all the doors she purposely stated out loud for the lady to hear “Oh the joys of having a toddler”. She rushed Bentley into class and rushed out the door back to her car. She passed the same lady that she vaguely saw in the parking lot carrying in board games to the school. She gave her a quick smile and continued walking. She then heard her say something so my sister stopped and said: “excuse me”. The lady turned around and told my sister to “Drive Safe”. My sister said “Lu, you are not going to believe who this lady was. I am telling you it was Beth.” Beth, a very dear friend of my sisters, had passed away a few years ago in a car accident. There was no denying that God, sent Beth so my sister would pay attention and slow down! We talked about the encounter and how she was rushing through life and how this is a sign from God that she needs to simply slow down!
Heather arrived at my house promptly at 10:40 am as she stated she would. I climbed into her car and off we went to the address given. We got lost in conversation about any and everything quickly after I sat in the passenger’s seat. I found it so easy to talk with her, I wanted to share all my life’s experiences immediately. I knew that we had a lot of things in common the biggest being out Faith. It was easy to talk about our Faith and the journeys we had been on because of it. After a few wrong turns providing us more time to talk we arrived at the studio. We go up to the 5th floor as we were directed in the message and meet a cute blonde sitting behind the welcome area. We advised her that we were here for the meet and greet pizza lunch with…… blank. I looked and Heather and she looked at me and we were both blank of the name of the band. I guess our excitement had gotten the best of us and we would not think of the name to save our lives. LANCO, yes we are here to meet LANCO. The sweet girl behind the desk must have thought we were a little loopy because she looked at us so puzzled. She said “Let me see, Umm… that was yesterday.” I said “Nope” like I knew what I was talking about, “I have a message from someone here that says its tomorrow, which is today because I received it yesterday morning.” I held my phone up like she could read it and she said: “Hold on”. She left heather and I awkwardly standing in the lobby so I stated taking pictures and Heather nicely sat on the couch. When the sweet girl returned she apologized for the confusion and offered to give us a tour of the studio and invited us to their company BBQ if we wanted to stay. With the Kicks puppy in hand, we toured the studio. Seeing a few of our favorite radio stations and meeting the personalities behind the mike for Q100 and Kick 101.5. We used those opportunities for photo ops and got some really cool swag. With our Keith Urban record in hand, we made it back to the front to say our Goodbyes and received a copy of Little Big Town’s new CD “The Breaker”. As the CD was being handed to us the blonde behind the desk looked at me and said my favorite song on the Cd is “Beat Up Bible” you have to listen to it. I said, “I will thank you so much.”
Heather and I decided to head back towards home and grab lunch somewhere on the way. Once in the car, we laughed and we agreed that God, had a different plan for that day. Why else would we drive 45 minutes to an event that was the day before? We picked back up on our conversation like we hadn’t stopped and continued to share stories. I think we both found such relief in being able to share stories about our Faith and feel like there was someone who could relate. I found it easy to talk to Heather about the loss of my mother which is still a fresh wound to my heart. She offered words of comfort like no other friend had done for me. I could feel God presence as we continued to open up and share with one another. We started talking about the different ways that our loved ones that have passed connect with us in an effort to comfort our aching heart. As soon as Heather mentioned it I immediately shared the stories of “The Red Bird”. She told stories of pennies she finds with dates from her Grandfather. She shared a story and a picture of a beautiful white feather she found lying on her couch right next to her head. I remember telling her “I don’t see feathers and I haven’t found any pennies”. I just have a red bird that visits me, our Step Dad Tony, My sister, and my brother. We all have no doubts this is my mother’s way of letting us know that she is here.
After lunch, Heather dropped me off at my house and called my Nana to share my eventful day. I was telling her how I firmly believe that God played a role in the series of events I encountered throughout that day. I found it difficult to sit still as were talking so I paced my front porch and the front of my house. In the mist of our conversation I walked to the side of my house and looked down on the ground and there beautifully placed on the ground was a fluffy white feather. I said “Nana you are not going to believe what I just found” I stated sobbing and she softly said “it’s okay baby, you have been through a lot today. I sure so wish I was there to hug you”. I said, “Nana, it’s a white feather” as my knees grew weak. I remember saying “Nana I am just so overwhelmed, God is so good. He knew what I needed”. She said “Baby, your blessed. He is showing you things that most people don’t ever get to see. He is opening your eyes. He’s blessing you and so is your momma.” I received a gift when I received that feather. A gift I will never forget and one that I will forever cherish.
After finishing my conversation on the phone with Nana I just needed to sit and reflect and I remembered the song from the cd the girls at kicks ask me to listen to. So I put it on and sat in my rocking chair on my porch. The words touched my heart more than I could ever express on this paper. It brought me back to lunch with Heather and a conversation we had about the day my mother passed. I was sharing with her that she was not able to respond when I arrived at the hospital but I know she was still there with me. Heather stated that most of the time people think that but she was most likely gone. I said I know she was there God showed us she was. I shared the story and we moved on to many other stories. The last verse sings “I was holding her hand, when she was on her way home. She said, baby don’t cry, I’m going to see the one who rolled away the stone.” A Devine intervention of God and my mother had the girl at the radio station ask me to listen to that song so I could hear this verse. This was my mother’s way of letting me know she was there. I was holding her hand. I remember holding it as tight as I could while it was still warm and had life in it. The chorus sings “ I can hear her saying Baby, when your praying, Give him all your worries, he’ll give you all you need, I’m crying and I’m hurting, And nothing else is working, So, I open up the pages and start to read”. I have been crying and hurting a lot since the loss of our mother. This was their way of telling me that everything I have been doing isn’t working that I all I need is found in the Bible. The only way I was going to be able to find peace in the passing of my mother is by submerging myself in the words.
The day continued with more encounter with the red bird. I called my sister to share the story of the feather and as we were talking a red bird almost flew straight into her car. It wanted to be sure that she saw it. She encountered more as she sat outside watching her son play that evening. God, was not only trying to show me how much he loves me but he was trying to also reach my sister. God’s love is great for us. He loves me so much that he did all of this for me as a way to offer me peace for my grieving heart. He loved me so much that he gave me a feather from the wings of my beautiful mother. I was blessed that day. Blessed by God, because of the pure love in my heart for him and my mother. Because of this love, he opened my eyes so I could see everything differently just as Matthew 5:8 states.