The miracle of winged life within the urban canopy of Brussels contrasted painfully with another video feed between us and the United States, with my husband’s mother, who – we now know with brutal, irreversible clarity – was dying of cancer. The raging pandemic and all its knowns and unknowns constrained our actions and imaginations, as flight options between them and us diminished by the day and our fears of catching or conveying the virus grew. We envied the birds their wings, their airy range, even as anxiety threatened our obedient attention to our Lord’s instruction to consider their lives and the divine provision upon which they glide and soar.

Read how Laura Fabrycky keeps watch with a mother peregrine falcon as her own family loses a matriarch.