Thursday, March 3, 2022


The dependability of the robins’ fight south has always been a picture of God’s faithfulness for me. Every year they come. They stop here on their journey further south, escaping the harsh northern winters. For days they flutter across our field, dozens of them resting and feeding. Then in response to a call we cannot hear, they take flight and are gone - returning in late winter for a short time as they make the long journey back home. 

This year I didn’t see them at all….

I cannot bear to watch and cannot bear to turn away - the pictures and stories of devastating heartbreak in Ukraine. Every morning, in uncharacteristic fashion, I turn on the television and sit transfixed - wiping away tears. Its young men walking toward war; it’s elderly people taking up arms to protect their homes and families; it’s mothers cradling their little ones in the darkness of a cramped bomb shelter. 

“It looks so hopeless, Lord. Where are You in this?”

I opened the blinds this morning to sunlight, old oaks standing tall and sturdy and …

robins, dozens of robins, fluttering across our field. 

“The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
    His mercies never cease.

Great is his faithfulness;
    his mercies begin afresh each morning.”

Lamentations 3: 22,23