Peace

Each morning when I open up the shoppe, I walk a sign out to the two main corners of the busier streets that border the little side street the boutique is on. During this morning ritual, I breathe in the crisp morning air, notice the daffodil sprouts just starting to poke through the soil, and I often times pray. Those morning moments are brief, but they are my moments with God.

As I stepped outside this morning, I noticed a single dove, sitting on the telephone wire directly across my door. She watched me walk all the way to one corner. On my way back, I prayed with intent over a particular situation that pertained to later this evening. I looked up at her watching me. I walked the other sign all the way to the other corner, her eye still upon me. I got back to the store and before I stepped inside, I stood there staring at this lonesome dove. Upon praying it dawned on me; God had sent her. I was meant to notice her. I was instantly reminded God is in control of this and I prayed to release it.

I particularly love doves because I love the cooing sound they make - it's very calming to me. They remind me of early summer mornings at my Grandma's house in California when they would coo outside the window. There was also one summer during my childhood that a pair of them frequently visited our back yard during the evenings. They are not a bird you see very often in this area - especially in February. It was unusual to see her, but I believe it was very intentional. Being a universal symbol of peace, I will take it as MY sign, and treasure that moment. Thank you, God.