It was funny, on my ride I saw this mob of crows (the bird) flying overhead. My initials are C.A.W., which has always been super-annoying because I thought it was cool to have initials that spelled an actual word until that word was "caw". The most obnoxious noise ever.
Anyway. Crows. I'm not exaggerating when I say mob. There were a lot. Then a few more...then even more. They were flying with me, in the direction I was heading, until I came upon this entire flock of crows. I mean, like at least 60 or 70 of them, with dozens more flying in. Mafia style. Crows are really dramatic, in case you don't know. And Italian? They can apparently hear each others calls from miles and miles away - who knows how they determine who they're going to help, and who they're going to hurt, but when one starts freaking out, they all come flying in to help it. In fact, there's a whole array of calls that this dude has figured out: http://www.crowbusters.com/begtechn_dc.htm
(That link made me laugh a lot. I really want to give my Brewer's the "Rally" call, but I think it may be too late. They need a "Distress" one...)
Anyway, these stupid crows had me thinking about how God has designed us to be in community with one another. It's so random, but sometimes one of the hardest things for me to do is to ask for help. It's amazing to me that an obnoxious bird has it down better than I do. It's also amazing how many people are willing to help when you do ask. They come in from miles and miles. What is also amazing is how much joy I receive when I allow others to help me. And how much joy I receive when others ask me to help them, and I am able to. The littlest things make such a big difference in others lives.
Leave it to birds to remind me of something so simple.
: )
