We have many memories of our journey of uncompromising faith. Some are full of joy and awe at God’s powerful hand of provision. Others are full of such pain that every year our hearts weep for the loss. Today is such an anniversary as we remember our dear bird Cordi.
The following is an excerpt from our book Wilderness – How to Marry Jesus in 10 Years or Less.
On the morning of November 20th, I received a significant dream from the Lord. In this dream I walked into a church. Inside, were 4 ladies at tables, all in a row, handing out bulletins for the service. The first lady ignored me, but the next one gave me a bulletin. I walked past them and into the sanctuary. There was only one man there, who was familiar to me. He strode up, friendly, and said these words “[Homer], God is going to lead you into the valley of despair; but then He will lead you out.” There was a long pause between the word ‘despair’ and the word ‘but’. After this message, He gave me a hug and the dream ended. Upon waking, I pondered the imagery and meaning of the dream, and shared my experience with Wanda. We knew the dream was significant, but had no quality interpretation. It didn’t take long to appear.
In the front entryway of our house, were the 4 bird cages with our 4 ‘ladies.’ Cordi, our beloved black capped conure, was closest to our bedroom. Next was Colors, Fanny’s lovebird. Then there was Destiny, our quaker. Closest to the front door was Lennie-girl. This was Ida’s Senegal parrot. We loved these birds. On this fateful day we would endure such trauma, that it would take months to recover. By day’s end, the pall of death would envelop our little blue house.
That cold, dark afternoon, Angus came by to pick up the camper and I went outside to help. When I came back to the house, I saw Cordi lying on the ground; just outside the front door. This was puzzling, for she was never out of doors except in her cage. I picked her up and took her inside. Something had happened. As I held her precious struggling life in my hand, and looked into her eyes, she passed away. Shock and disbelief gave way to explosive grief. Cordi, our favorite little bird and the most colorful of all, was gone.
We wrapped her little body in cloth, with myrrh from Jerusalem, and placed her in a box. Solemnly, we walked to the land we had intended to buy, and dug a small grave. There we buried our hearts; along with our beautiful girl. Losing the R.V. that day was hard; but losing Cordi was devastating. Her passing triggered 3 months of intense mourning. Wanda was inconsolable. Our little lady’s death marked the beginning of tragedies that seemed unending; foreshadowing the rough road ahead. My dream was coming to pass.
The loss of our beloved Cordi was arguably the most difficult we had to endure during our time in the little blue house. Sometimes we have seen our little friend in dreams and cherish her memory. We know that she is safe and warm with her Creator and we look forward to the day when we will be reunited.
No matter what living being we have loved passes from this life to the next we know God cares for each one. He carefully records our love for them in His book of Remembrance. Our hope remains steadfast that we will see Cordi again some day soon but our hearts still ache for the loss.
Homer and Wanda