7/3/2009
Yesterday I wrote about how he told me not to get in the way of “acts of grace” (tagmoul).
I’m a bird-lover, and a bird-rescuer. This morning I found three baby robins who had fallen out of their nest; one had already died. I couldn’t reach the nest to put the remaining two back, so, in desperation, I put some hay in a planter on a table outside and put them in that. I didn’t know if the birds’ parents would come back to feed them there, and if I should instead try to bring them home and feed them myself (I’ve done it many times; sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t–when it doesn’t, I feel horribly guilty about having interfered and made the wrong choice).
I was kind of panicked about it. I kept praying–”Ab please let them be OK, please let their parents feed them, please don’t let them die…” As I’ve said here before, it seems that I almost always get everything that I pray for, as well as many good things I was too embarrassed to pray for because they seemed so selfish and trivial. Still, I worried, and I kept watching the nest to see if the robins would come and feed their babies.
I also kept asking, “What should I do?”
“Leave them,” he said. “Trust.”
It took a while, but finally one of the parents came to the “nest” and, after looking a little confusedly at the babies, brought them something to eat.
A little later he said, simply, “Tagmoul.” It was, it seems, and exercise meant to reinforce the lesson.
