It seems as though some people attract strange situations into their life. I think I’m one of those people. Tonight, as I was driving to a Bible study, I saw a bird ahead in the road. As it was taking off, it flew directly into my windshield, and with a loud thud, was killed on contact. It then rolled over my car and back sideways into my open driver’s side window, finally landing in my lap as I rode.

Let it be known that I don’t freak out very easily any more. In fact, I’ve seen so many weird things in my life (having worked and lived among homeless people) that it’s kind of hard to rattle me. But this really did freak me out. I swerved to the side of the road, screaming. I attracted several neighbors and a police officer…quite a feat. But there was something about the whole incident that didn’t sit well with me…or rather, it seemed too weird to be a coincidence.

I showed up to the Bible study about a minute and a half later a little tense. I sat down with a serious look on my face and told the group that I thought that I gotten a message from God-and that it had to do with a dead bird. Of course, everyone laughed for about 15 minutes straight.

Later, the group began to pray over each other and do what they call ‘listening prayer’, where each person listens to God to see if he would speak to them about a person they are praying for. They asked me to play the guitar and immediately I unconsciously began to play “Blackbird” by The Beatles. See if these words sound familiar:

Blackbird singin in the dead of night.

Take these Broken wings and learn to fly

All your life.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

 

Blackbird singin in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see,

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Immediately, a strange overwhelming feeling penetrated my entire body as I sang these words. It was kind of like déjà vu only much stronger. It was a feeling like this was the connection. The bird was a prophetic sign, and God was speaking to me.

Later that night, I asked God what it meant. He told me that I was like the bird in the song-waiting for my moment to fly. Everything around me seems so dark and I believe that it’s too dark to see. I’ve convinced myself that I’m sidelined because my wings are broken and that I need God to fix them. I’ve been waiting for the moment when God would finally do something. But the moment always has been and always will be now. The moment is now to trust. All the peace, all the joy, all the life doesn’t come from a move of God, it comes from faith. It comes from believing everything’s good now, everything’s perfect now.