Are the Birds With You?

Sitting still at a familiar desk, I stare out the window where I watched the lilies blossom in the summer, the tree above flame gold and red in the fall, and where now the river has iced, locking into place her lumps and ripples. I have yet to see my heron. The lilies have shuddered away and the tree has taken on a solemn height, no longer rustling in the wind, but quiet as winter howls through its limbs.

I returned to L’Abri last Wednesday, and so perhaps have returned to my blog. In coming back to this shelter, I have left behind another. The one of familiar faces, of my sisters and friends who know me well, of a Christmas filled with the quirky intimacies of long-standing relationships; laughter, forgiveness and tears, and much, much more laughter. One shelter for another, but this is the one in which I am placed now, to welcome and face each person that comes through our doors. We number sixteen now, a patched together group, praying, waiting, watching and learning from one another.

In the summer I was bursting with pain and relief and freedom, in the fall on fire with lessons newly learned, and so far, these few days, the winter has brought a stillness to me, even to the moments I have laughed the hardest. Though, even as I write this, I have to smile and wonder, for my emotions at times seem to push me from behind and it is early in the winter to know if it will be a still one. There is much to be learned, and much to be prayed.

A blizzard creeps up the coast to meet us tonight, so we are busy about the work of sealing windows and stocking up on hot chocolate and soup. The birds seem to have alerted as well, for they are nowhere to be seen. I look forward to seeing this aspect of God’s creation, as it is one with which I am less familiar.

Oh, and as you may have guessed, the stoves in the house are lit. The excitement for the blizzard comes from a girl about four feet from a 300 degree wood burning stove. I have not toughened up, or at least, not that I have noticed. I look forward to spending this third season here, and with you all. Once again, if you write me, know I will write you back. I will even send you some snow, if you like! Though if it morphs with the strain of the journey, it is no fault of mine. Grace and Peace.

Abby Lorenc

L’Abri Fellowship Foundation

49 Lynbrook Road

Southborough, MA

01772.