Omens

Every day is a good day if we choose it to be. On most days, I look for something I can count

as a good omen. That’s what gives me hope and fuels my strength.

Just this morning, for example, while checking the fence lines after the storm, I couldn’t

ignore the early morning Sunday breeze – like a whisper, a soft touch from the Creator to

get my attention but not to disturb. Looking up, I noticed a deer not 15 feet away. We both seemed to enjoy the scent of the rain washed earth, but she had more. Within moments two little spotted fawns walked from behind her; perfect and tiny, like porcelain figurines. Perhaps she messaged them it was okay to appear – they were safe in my presence. It filled me with gladness and a feeling of peace that could not escape me.

Yesterday while doing dishes, the tiniest humming bird appeared at my feeder in the kitchen window – the smallest one I have ever seen. A mere speck of iridescent feathers, it changed colors with each dive into the feeder. Then it nearly completely disappeared. But it returned again and inserted his energetic self for another sip of nectar. I could not contain my laughter at that little smudge of a feather ball.

Oh, and the day before that, while dashing through town, I nearly ran head on into a business owner whom I had not met before. I offered my apology. He smiled, “Good Morning!” and we exchanged pleasantries in the morning sunlight just outside his door. Then out of the blue he said, “You know, we are where God wants us to be at this very moment. We are to listen to His voice and not our own.” Then he said, “We should embrace whatever our situation is, even if it is a heartbreaking situation and don’t ask why. There is a promise of something better.” In closing he added, “When you can’t see God’s hand, trust his heart.”

I was browsing in an arts and craft store some days later and looking for remnant fabric as a surprise to my elderly neighbor for use in her quilting. Walking by a display of wall stencils, one fell from the shelf. I all but tripped over it. Picking it up to replace it where it belonged with the others, I happened to read it – “When You Can’t See God’s Hand, Trust His Heart.”

That stencil is now applied to a wall in my bedroom. It is not hanging perfectly straight, but good enough. It’s the last thing I read at night and the first thing I read in the morning. I believe perhaps it is the ultimate omen – so far.

— Joyce H. Hutchinson, Conway Writers Group