Peacock: Struttin’ Your Stuff

 Screaming cats. That’s what I thought the first time I heard a peacock. Certainly not pleasant to the ears. What an incredible visual, however! The iridescent shimmer and shine and fan of blue-eyed feathers looks “other-worldly “as the peacock parades. The strut, I guess is always attributed to pride. What if the peacock is just doing what it’s meant to do? I mean the poor guy, he’s got a huge train of feathers to carry around that make him a big ‘ole target for prey and yet it’s what is suppose to attract his mate and guarantee the survival of his species. Perception. Handicap? Strength? What if the thing that weighs me down and can be so difficult to carry and vulnerable is also the thing that makes me the most beautiful in someone else’s eyes? Sometimes I wonder if that peacock strut isn’t so much pride as RELIEF–that instead of dragging those big ‘ole train feathers behind him, he’s finally decided to lift them up, open wide, reveal the load he’s been carrying, and trust God to make it into something not only beautiful, but “other-worldly”. Blessings on your day, dear ones. Here’s to struttin’ your stuff in praise of the Most High King!