By: Gabriela Yareliz
Excerpt from a letter to my mother earlier in the day:
I was on the train, and I brought my Bible. I opened it and began reading in the book of Jeremiah. This is a man whose life scares me the most because it’s evidence that life can be so much less than perfect, and it can still mean we are in the middle of God’s plan for us. I was reading in chapter 38, when Jeremiah is thrown into the cistern. It says he sank in the mud. At this point, it doesn’t take much for me to imagine how he felt. Even still, though, God sent an Ethiopian man to take Jeremiah out of the cistern. A lot happens after that. In the next chapter, Jerusalem falls and is taken, and all seems pretty hopeless. But that last thing I read today was that God promises Jeremiah, “I will deliver you on that day, declares the Lord, and you shall not be given into the hand of the men of whom you are afraid.” Jeremiah 39:17. And the next part says, and Jeremiah remained in Judah.
Earlier this morning, I had asked God to show me that He is with me. And what happened was that the most beautiful peach colored pigeon (I have never seen one like this), appeared and stood on the ledge of my window. It just sat there and stayed with me, looking at me through the window. I have never had a bird come up to my window at the office. Ever. It just sat there. I’ll take that as my sign. The bird stayed long enough to remind me, He is with me.