Thursday in the First Week of Lent
I know every bird in the sky,
and the creature of the fields are in my sight.
Psalm 50:11
The tracks in the fresh snow attest to the deer, many deer, that move through this field on a regular basis. Their path, well-known and well-trodden to them, is not visible to me without this snowy revelation.
The deer also remain hidden--in every season. How many other paths and patterns are unknown to me? How arrogant of me to think that my movement through creation should be singular and noteworthy.
The landscapes and creatures and movements known to God and unknown to me are vast.
As I wander through the enormity of Lent, may I remember and take note of all that belongs to God.
