Adjusting my position for the perfect shot, I exhibited my talent for sloth like movements. The slight rotation of my torso, to achieve a better angle , is imperceptible…my target is unaware of my presence. My trusted four legged companion sits reverently at my side as I steady my hand…things come into focus….the light, the colors, the trees and most of all…the bird. My aim is sure, I take the shot…applying quick pressure to the button on the top of my camera. The “capture” of my long awaited prey is evidenced in an image frozen for all of time on my computer screen.
Okay,okay…so I’m exaggerating the scenario just a tad. But it did feel a lot like that to me. I had just refilled my bird feeder the other day. I was anticipating an increase in avian visitors with visions of springtime dancing in my head. March decided to enter our area like a lion. We received a plopping of about 6 inches of snow. As I passed by our window I saw several birds enjoying a meal from the newly restocked feeder. I’d run to get my camera following several such sightings only to find them gone when I got back . Then it happened…one of the female cardinals we believe resides in a nearby tree was gracefully perched on the feeder’s seed tray. In my eagerness to get the shot, I bumped the glass and she flew away. Now it was on! The challenge to out wit and out wait the cardinals consumed me. Ignoring the long list of better things to do with my time on a snowy day, I took my post at the window. I propped my hand up on the window’s ledge and aimed my tiny camera at the desolate bird feeder. I’m sure it was less than an hour, but it felt like I stood there for days. Even Hughie, my Yorkie who follows me everywhere around the house in hope of getting in my lap when I sit down, gave up and sat on my foot as I stood like a statue. Waiting, waiting…certain it would produce the photo I desired. I was bored. I knew there were more productive things to do, but I waited. Then he came. A bright red cardinal. He allowed me only two photos before he swooped out of my camera’s range. It was worth the wait. Few things say good-bye winter, hello spring like the bright contrast of white snow and the brilliant red cardinal. Winter will end. The snow will melt. The cardinal’s bright feathers will attract a mate and the newness of spring will begin.
The perfect photo, a new season in life, both require waiting. My life reflects my tendency to avoid waiting. My microwave is more worn and used than my oven. I replace my coffee maker with a new model each time a manufacturer claims to produce a faster cup of coffee. My dishwasher is set on speed dry. Even my nail polish is “quick dry”. But I know, just as I stood at that window, that God often asks us to wait. Trusting God to fulfill His promises, looking for what he intends for our future and knowing He is sovereign is a discipline to be practiced. “I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His Word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning.” Psalm 130:5-6