drops

they fall from the sky relentlessly

and gather on the steps

before dropping down again.

feathered folk

They fly in from all directions

with a whirring of wings

and a flurry of feathers

nuthatches, chickadees, and cardinals,

house finches and gold finches,

junkos and woodpeckers.

Quietly

I stand and listen and watch

and am blessed

by these small feathered folk.

thank you again

Thank you for the sunshine of a new day,

for the frost that sparkles and the light that illuminates

for the sleepy boys that snuggle on my lap

for the strong and steady and hardworking man

for good friends that are forthright and godly

for health, for food, for comfort,

For grace to start each day afresh.

Sometimes we lose sight of the mountains of blessing in our lives.

There are times when the equilibrium is off.

Times when the d0-it-agains and the not-yet-dones loom large.

Moments when we just can't see the sunshine and we loiter in the shadows.

Yet each new day He reaches down and pours down grace

and douses us with every good thing.

elusive light

Before the day burns bright or the night wraps us in darkness

and the shadows are long and the light is slanted and warm

nature is at its loveliest and I wonder if it is then that the heart is most receptive,

and that thankfulness springs into our hearts.

Is that how it is with life? That the times that we are on the brink of black or on the upside of the dark that our souls are the most aware of the Light?

quizzical finch

Why, oh why is that woman always rushing outside

when I pause awhile in the tree

beside the porch

where she has hung our feeders ?

aaahh... she is always in pursuit of the elusive perfect photo!

cardinal

In the hustle and the bustle, the worry and the hurry

I step outside and shut the door behind me

and see this little fellow sitting near by

and it is like taking a deep breath of air.

Creator God is Good.

the breath of the LORD

"All men are like grass,

and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

because the breath of the LORD blows on them.

Surely the people are grass.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

but the word of our God stands forever."

Isaiah 40: 6-8

I have a friend from long ago

who has a daughter, slightly older than mine,

fighting for her life.

and I really don't know how a mother's heart can break

but I pray for them, and pray for them,

and am reminded that life is a cycle of growing and dying

Until He Comes.....