Withdrawal from my starlings, a week in...

When I was working, we would take a detour past the cows on Pitt School Rd. The interaction between the cows there and the starlings were really remarkable to me, having been converted from a city girl to a suburban, rural woman. My friend introduced me to the starlings and their harmonious dance in the sky. I love the way they swerve in and out of their lanes seemingly seamlessly.

I always think about the mental ability that it takes for people to move or sing or drive in conjunction with others. We always have to have loads and loads of rules and laws to keep us from bumping into eachother. They don't seem to have that problem. They soar, high and low and up and down with eachother and they don't bump into eachother or seem to complain about somebody stealing their lane in the sky. Just move over and don't complain, their flying reminds me.

Music and swimming and marching and running and family are similar to the way that the starlings flit and fly. We get so bent out of shape about the little things of somebody taking our note in a harmony or etc. I love the freedom of the starlings and the corporateness of their flight.

Our prayers in conjunction with oneanother is so much like that. I imagine God looking at our corporate church prayers as a beautiful thing in His sight. He notices that as families and churches we are agreeing about something. Even when we are not exactly right in our doctrine and words, our hearts are before our Lord and He says He loves our unity.