Behold I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
My new home, my creative space, and myself were prepared with fervency—I worked like my life depended on it . . . and perhaps, in a way, it did. I was in a feathering frenzy! Following a time of destruction, a grueling dismantling of life as I knew it was necessary. All things faced a common question, “Is this healthy?” Like a feathered momma keen to the cowbird’s ways, I too evicted parasitic eggs and anything detected as unhealthy. Chosen belongings settled into new spaces, worthy ideas emerged from dusty boxes, and soon my nest was filled with a hope for growth, the warmth of possibilities, and precious peace. One ordinary day, out of the blue, a treasured, long-time, yet recently absent friend swooped in to visit: conception. She had waited patiently for me to prepare for this moment, and those yet to come. Healthy eggs, ideas, and inspiration have their proper place in the feathered nest. Hatching is happening. Something new will soon take flight.
Is God calling you to a time of preparation? If so, feather, feather, feather!