The Raven

It’s been prayed over me that I “see and heed the signs that God gives me as I walk toward restoration”.

I went for a walk late last week around the college grounds—which are stunning. Surrounded by mountains, two rivers, and land with fruit trees, Pine trees, Douglas Fir … and a rich history that I can often feel.

I stopped at one of my favourite views – at the edge of a cliff of sorts. I go there to breathe. And to pray. This time as I planted my feet in the warm green grass, I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked up to a very large, stark black raven.

He was maybe two feet away. Sitting on a tree stump, eating cherries. His back was turned toward me, but his eye was right on me.

Now you are probably thinking “she saw a big bird, big deal”. What I mean to say is, I SAW the raven. He was ominous—I thought he would attack me. He was iridescent—feathers of the deepest black that shifted as he turned his head. He was omnipotent—holding authority and power in his gaze, his call and his stature. And he was casual—popping cherries into his mouth like candy.

I stared at him and prayed for about 20 solid minutes. At one point, he opened his beak. I seriously thought he was going to talk to me. The story of Balaam and the talking donkey (Num. 22) flashed through my mind and then I giggled. “I’m going slightly mad” I said out loud.

I told my husband about my little “incident”. He explained that birds open their mouths to cool themselves down. “Oh,” I said. “Not to talk to strange women walking around barefoot during their lunch hour?”

I asked God about it and these are the scriptures that came to me a few days later:

Genesis 8:6-9 And it came to pass at the end of forty days, that Noah opened the window of the ark which he had made and he sent forth a raven, which went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth. Then he sent out a dove to see if the water had receded from the surface of the ground. But the dove could find no place to set its feet because there was water over all the surface of the earth; so it returned to Noah in the ark. He reached out his hand and took the dove and brought it back to himself in the ark.

Noah sent forth a raven through the window of the ark, which went forth and returned, that is, flew around somewhat chaotically, but returned to the ark for rest; probably not in it, but upon it.

This has been me–flying around with God, without God, in the world, above the world, returning to “the ark” for rest. But God forbid I rest IN him. Oh no. I’d rather just rest ON him. It’s safer on top of the ark.

What a rotten lie. God is calling me to rest IN him. As Noah put forth the dove, and was able to take it back into the ark, peacefully, when it returned, so Christ will save, help and welcome me if I flee to him for rest.

Get IN the ark, not ON it. Got it.

The other scripture that came up for me was this:

1 Kings 17: 4, 6 You will drink from the brook, and I have ordered the ravens to feed you there … The ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook.

In a nutshell, God will PROVIDE for me and my family as we walk into the ministry he has in store for us. He will PROVIDE as we realign our finances to his will and he will PROVIDE as we take each obedient step.

God PROVIDES. Got that too.

Signs, signs, everywhere are signs … I’m interested to know about what God is showing you lately through signs! Please feel free to share!

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