I’ve never been a bird person. The thought of one perching on my arms makes me cringe. And worse, I don’t like them flying low overhead as some of the gulls do at the beach. They are so accustomed to people they will swoop low hoping for a french fry or Frito.
The parrots are the colorful ones. They wear their striking colors well on their large frame. On occasion, we’ll see someone walking along the beach with one on their arm or handle of the stroller. Most often, however, we see them in the aviary at the zoo.
The aviary is filled with other colorful variety of birds: parakeets, like we had when I was a kid and lorikeets, are the most popular in the aviary.
It’s the wild parrots I’ve come to love. I don’t know their proper name. I call them wild because they fly over our backyard and all of Ft. Lauderdale. You can hear them before you see them. Their green color blends in with the trees making them invisible. It’s only their squawking that gives up their location.
They are the ordinary ones. One looks just like the next plain green one. Not one of them stands out from the others. They sound alike and look alike.
Yet, for some reason, when these noisy birds do a flyover, I smile. My eyes immediately scan the sky looking for their direction. Even against a bright blue sky, you can make out their green form. I’m never quick enough to snap a photo so I keep it in my mind’s eye.
This is where I’m seeing God: in the ordinary and the plain.
It’s easy to see God in the extraordinary. It’s where we look first. We call them miracles and we can get so busy looking for them that we forget He’s in the every day too.
I see God when kindness is shown in a simple thank-you. I see him when people work together rather than against. God is in the hugs after Sunday church and the text from a friend.
Like the wild parrots who blend in with the scenery, I sometimes miss God’s gentleness. I’m waiting for the big show. But God isn’t a big show kind of being. He chooses the forgotten. He sits with the broken. God listens to the old.
He is all around us and everywhere. God’s not noisy like the parrots but if you’re listening and looking you will see him.
Where do you see God today?