Janice was washing dishes one bitterly cold winter day when she noticed a dark form on the ledge outside the kitchen window. Straining for a closer view, she climbed onto a stool to try to figure out what it was. “What I saw,” she said, “melted my heart.”
Two doves were huddled together, side by side, feathers ruffled against the biting cold. That was sweet enough, but something more stirred Janice to tears. One of the doves had extended its wing and enfolded its partner in a gentle embrace.
“They stayed like that for three hours,” Janice said. It’s been weeks since she was blessed with this experience, but the vision remains with her and warms her heart even now. Whenever she gets to feeling that life’s mean and ugly, cold-hearted, she remembers the doves and consoles herself with the thought that love and concern are wired into all of God’s creatures, even the lowliest and the smallest.
I’m grateful that Janice shared her story with me, and in the camaraderie of the doves, I’d like to offer this prayer: “When the winters of life cast a chill upon us, making us shiver from loneliness and rejection, from bitterness and anger, from confusion and heartbreak, from desolation and discouragement, may the ‘wing of the dove’ gently caress us and remind us that we are loved and that Somebody truly cares. Amen.”