I sit in these early mornings and listen to the abundant wildlife outside my window wake up to live out their abundant lives.
Do they worry about their feathers looking a little waterlogged after the night of downpours?
Do they hide behind the nearest knothole or fading autumn leaves hoping to be unseen because they ate too many mealworms yesterday?
Do they disappear into the landscape because of cruel tweets said over them as chicks and fledglings?
No, of course not.
I also don’t see them trying to live a life that is not theirs to live. A blue tit trying to rock it as a crow, or a buzzard or next doors dog so it can chase the cat.
They wake up every morning, living their perfect life exactly as and who they are, who they were created to be.
They also have it better than their predecessors because they are abundantly fed from my shed full of fatty balls and bird seed.
They sing a song so much bigger than their little chests seem able to contain. A tiny wren with a song so wide and beautiful the sun shines brighter, and my heart gives thanks to the God who made her when I hear it.
She is who she was meant to be and will keep on being that and giving me joy endlessly throughout her short but abundant life.
Her birthright is to sing, to fly, to live her life exactly as she was made to live it.
If she could sell it to be or gain something else of much lessor worth, she wouldn’t.
I have been reading about Jacob and Esau and wondered about these historic characters, Esau and Jacob, the Jock and the trickster.
Again and again I came back to Esau selling his birthright, holding it of such little worth, he sold it for soup.
Of course there is a lot more to this, many more nuances in the story, and God ran through it like a fine tooth comb, his plans and purposes beautifully set within a family’s dynastic commentary.
Ah, but for me… Esau sold his birthright, he came home hungry, grabbed a bowl of soup and slapped down his inheritance, his portion, his abundance as payment. It was his but he thought it nothing, or didn’t grasp its worth… so God gave it to another, his trickster brother.
I have been struck by this all week and eventually today while listening to the robin and the wren and head banging wood pecker, while listening to Melissa Helser singing “He said, Don’t be afraid, Don’t give your song away” I see how I have allowed my birthright, my song to be usurped, to be stolen by a lie. A trickster came along and with some word soup obfuscated the truth of who I am.
He skillfully wove fabrications and half-truths into my thought patterns bringing about behaviors that had me hiding behind knotholes and dying leaf litter while parodying myself to the world, a puppet on my own string.
I have a song to sing, and it is no one else’s but mine. Given to me by the God of love, a Father of fathers, who created me to be exactly and uniquely me. Not a parody of a life lived but a truly, abundantly, life well lived within all I was created for. To be for his Glory, fully alive. He is SO kind, so KIND, he allows me to trip, to come crashing to my knees so that the shadow of turnings are shaken loose and shown for what they are, cobwebs collecting the dust of memories, sprinkled like pepper by a defeated deceiver, a toothless tyrant who reeks of desperation. Memories that my true Father has already walked through and redeemed by the blood of my wonderful Jesus. He has usurped the usurper, and I don’t follow those stricture rules any more.
Ah Beloved, I embrace my birthright, all that you have given and prepared for me, that my song will become, and grow, brighter, stronger, sweeter and the sound bring the fragrance of Jesus into every nook and cranny of the world I walk in. Oh Daddy help me walk in transparency and light with these brothers and sisters also on a transforming walk, embracing their birthright. OH and the glory and beauty of our unique songs of love combining to be a symphony of life and light and freedom and love to a world longing to discover their own unique sound, unsullied by lies and filled with the glory of the God who loves them.