Sunday Reflections

My friend, Kenon Neal, is in a serious battle against cancer, yet she perseveres with a smile – and I love her for it. Sometime ago she gave me this little ‘birdcage’ necklace in appreciation for a poem she read in one of my books. The poem had first blessed me in the early years when I was struggling with my paralysis. It was written in the 1700s by Madame Guyon (a French noblewoman who was in a dungeon for 10 years) and is called “A Little Bird Am I” – if you are feeling confined by a trial today, I pray it will bless you as it has me, my friend Kenon, and countless others…

A little bird am I, caught from the field of air
And in my cage I sit and sing to the one who placed me there.
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee.

Naught have I else to do, I sing the whole day long;
But He whom I most love to please, He listens to my song.
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still he bends to hear me sing.

And it is so good to soar, these bolts and bars above
To Him whose purpose I adore, and whose Providence I love.
And in His perfect will to find,
The joy and freedom of the mind.