{"id":1040,"date":"2013-08-08T15:50:44","date_gmt":"2013-08-08T15:50:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=1040"},"modified":"2013-08-08T15:50:44","modified_gmt":"2013-08-08T15:50:44","slug":"oh-the-cardinal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=1040","title":{"rendered":"Oh the cardinal!"},"content":{"rendered":"

The morning I arrived in Kentucky, I was whisked to a cool, dark soccer field.\u00a0 Still groggy from my three in the morning pick-up at the train station, my sweet friend opened the locker room to allow me to freshen up.\u00a0 I spent the next two hours huddled under a blanket (who knew it would be that cool in Kentucky?) watching one of the most motivational coaches I know work with her soccer team.\u00a0 (And that is a pretty big compliment coming from this coach\u2019s daughter.)<\/p>\n

While shivering, oops I mean, sitting, my ears heard the song of an old familiar friend.\u00a0 Somewhere hidden in the trees surrounding the field was one of our favorite songbirds \u2013 the messenger of hope to our family – the cardinal.\u00a0 I had to smile because I was listening to the red bird\u2019s<\/span> melodious song while watching the preseason practice of the \u201cLady Cardinals\u201d.<\/p>\n

Joy \u2013 pure, unadulterated joy – filled my soul and spirit as I took the field to share with those darling girls what it means to create a legacy.\u00a0 The reason for my happiness was simple. Among the foliage was a little piece of home.<\/p>\n

Later at breakfast, I shared with Coach B of how God (and in our hearts, Reed) sent the songbird in one of our\u00a0 darkest hours. \u00a0She, like many others who have heard the story, was moved by the cardinal coming at exactly the moment when we needed him the most.\u00a0\u00a0 I am sure that our server (another one of my sweet Kentucky sisters) was wondering what in the mayonnaise was going on at that table. We did create quite a ruckus praising God for his sense of humor of putting a cardinal lover together with a coach of the cardinals.<\/p>\n

After breakfast, it was time to head over to the B&B to rest and relax.\u00a0 Upon stepping out of the car, I was taken by the beauty of the inn, the sounds of the South, and the smells reminiscent of my childhood.\u00a0 My eyes were drawn to the front porch lined with inviting rockers.\u00a0 I knew I would be spending every chance I got right there.<\/p>\n

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The front porch at the Woodford Inn<\/p><\/div>\n

A flash of red<\/span> appeared in the corner of my eye. \u00a0Immediately, I knew what was happening.\u00a0 For me, that is a God sighting \u2013 when he allows the red bird<\/span> to remind me I am loved.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t help myself, but I began to hit Coach B on the arm.\u00a0 I am certain that she thought I had lost my marbles.\u00a0 I had only \u201cknown\u201d her for 7 hours, and here I was smacking her to grab her attention.<\/p>\n

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Photo found at wunderground.com Credit given to cshirsch<\/p><\/div>\n

All I had to do was point to the corner of the porch, and she understood.\u00a0 Honestly, hitting her was my only option because I couldn\u2019t speak.\u00a0 The lump in my throat was that big.\u00a0 God called me to this place, and like that moment five years ago, he sent \u201cReedy\u201d to tell me that all of this was a part of his bigger plan.<\/p>\n

With tears in my eyes, I couldn\u2019t help but smile that the young man I shared in my legacy story earlier that morning was \u201cpresent\u201d in the red<\/span> wings of God\u2019s love.<\/p>\n

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For those unfamiliar with our family\u2019s story, below is the wording from the card we had made for Christmas in 2008.<\/p>\n

The cardinal is a beautiful bird with gorgeous red plumage and an equally inviting song.\u00a0 There is an old legend that says that the cardinal was once a white bird, in fact as white as snow.\u00a0 The cardinal came to the cross on Calvary\u2019s hill and sang to Jesus at the base of his cross.\u00a0 The cardinal sang with all its might to his Maker and Master. During his song, Jesus\u2019 blood<\/span> dripped onto his feathers, and henceforth the male cardinal has been his brilliant red color. <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

As many of you know, our children have received a bird Christmas ornament every year. Each of the children receives a different bird that has some significance to their lives. Reed received the blue jay because he loved to watch the blue jays eat sunflowers outside his bedroom window.\u00a0 Sawyer has the cardinal after he received a gift from his godparents that had a cardinal on it, and he loved it.\u00a0 Erin has the chickadee, because Kandy was so excited to have a little \u201cchick\u201d in the house.\u00a0 Cloie gets the American goldfinch for while pregnant with her a goldfinch came to the family\u2019s feeders for the first time. Each of the children\u2019s birds had visited our feeders except for the cardinal.\u00a0 No matter how many different ways we tried, we just couldn\u2019t lure a cardinal to our backyard.<\/p>\n

Then the most unspeakable horror happened to our family.\u00a0 We were deep in the midst of our grief when the most improbable and impossible thing occurred. Exactly one month following Reed\u2019s death, a male cardinal landed in our backyard tree (with no feeders filled), and he started singing the most beautiful song our ears could hear.\u00a0 But it took the faith of a young man to realize that a miracle was happening.\u00a0 Sawyer realized the red bird was a message from Reed to tell us that he is doing just fine in Jesus\u2019 arms. See Reed knew exactly which bird to have Jesus send to get our attention.\u00a0 He also knew how deeply hurt Sawyer was at that point in our journey, and he knew which bird would be the one, above all other birds, Sawyer needed to see.\u00a0 (It probably didn\u2019t hurt that he sent a bird that was his favorite color.) Well, some may call it coincidence, but we choose to<\/p>\n

Believe in Miracles!<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/h1>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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