Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.
Albert Camus

(my elusive blue jay / Julie Cook / 2015)

Out of all the birds who frequent my yard, my blue jays are the most standoffish, persnickety, skittish—it’s as if they know I’m trying to snap their picture. The minute they see me, hear me, sense me. . .off they soar.

The jays seem to prefer hunting and pecking as compared to all my birds who relish in the abundance of seed and suet offered in the plethora of feeders I make available for both local and transient bird alike. Perhaps jays are a more independent lot. They are larger birds who are louder and more garish then their more demure counterparts. Maybe they prefer their independence to dependence on my offerings.

Spying a jay lighting on the ground in the backyard from out the kitchen window–I dash to grab my camera, making my way out to the deck–as quietly as possible, gently positioning myself, focusing the camera. . .when poof, they’re gone.

They are beautiful birds—very few creatures in the animal world are blue. How special is that?!
And maybe they have a sense of that “specialness” with no need for the likes of me and my birdseed–preferring to keep their distance doing what they do without human interference or intervention.

I often wonder if God must not think I’m a lot like that jay.
I may not be blue. . .however I am still one of a kind despite being just one in the massive sea known as humanity.
I am more often than not, fiercely independent— stubbornly preferring to always do things my way despite the gifts of abundance God has bestowed at my feet. I often go about my everyday mundane tasks without ever acknowledging His presence.

I remain standoffish, often eluding His best attempts to be near me.
Yet, very much like my own attempts to seek out the jay, despite all the other birds who make themselves happily and easily available to me for close encounters, God remains steadfast and determined to seek me out despite my often elusive behavior. He continues tirelessly working His way to me, trying to get closer to me every day, despite the fact that there are so many others who have made themselves freely available to Him.
He waits for me and me alone.
Patiently, He continues waiting, watching, hoping, offering. . .




6 comments on “Elusiveness

  1. Nicodemas says:

    Amen and very beautiful. I’m glad He does not give up on us.

  2. Lynda says:

    I can certainly relate to being fiercely independent but I’m learning that others want to help and I need to allow them to do so. Sometimes I think it is pride that keeps me on the independent track. I can remember my mother talking about my independence at a very young age! I know that I depend on God for everything so why don’t I think of the people who wish to help as being sent by God? Blessings to you on a day when we are enjoying very cool but sunny weather!!

  3. Melissa says:

    He is here, I felt Him when I read this post. You are a pearl of great price!

  4. Standoffish unless you get close to their nest and babies. Apparently they nest where cats can get their babies fairly easily and then Katy bar the door for whomever gets between them and the perpetrator of the crime. James has been pecked on the head by a Blue Jay before and one flew into the side of my head one night just because I wandered over to see what all its screaming was about and got too close to the perp who’d just taken one of its babies. They are beautiful and I love to take photos of them when I can, but I give them a pretty wide berth these days. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤

  5. lljostes says:

    I think they are more standoffish because they are so outstandish–their blue color contrasted with the bright green grass makes them stand out to those who have eyes to see. In other words….those other little birds whose browns and golds and creams blend them into their surroundings can afford to linger a bit longer looking for their food–hence making them easier objects for your camera lens! Big personalities with deep feelings and sensitivities parallel the skittish jays. God makes us all so unique–even birds! Just some thoughts on a Monday afternoon! Hugs to Julie~ Laura

    • Ahh, True that Laura—my little ornithologist —I love the jays–big, bold and brassy—too busy for the likes of me, that’s for sure—my other rather standoffish crowd are my crows and the brown thrashers—my mockingbird however is king of the roost—he is yard boss!!!
      Here’s to God’s delight!

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