A few weeks ago, my husband and I went for a walk with our dog at the peak weekend in our area for bird migration. We found a spot in a park known for bird migration and opened my birding phone app to listen for what birds might be in the area. To our delight, there were many: familiar robins, song sparrows, cardinals, and goldfinches, and ones we rarely see: indigo buntings, rose-breasted grosbeak, and an orchard oriole. Our phone app showed when a given bird was singing and identified it. Then we searched. We managed to spot some of the more common birds, such as the beautiful and bright goldfinches, but seeing the rarer ones eluded us. We think once that we may have spotted the orchard oriole, but before we could be certain, the bird flew off from its half-cover in the foliage to another part of the tree canopy. I felt happy for the outing and yet wished for sightings of the indigo and grosbeak, who remained elusive.
After birding, I reflected on how much those same interior movements of mine can correspond to seeking and finding God in all things. I can find God in the
