At first light, a flock of robins crowded the birdbath.
They often arrive with cedar waxwings, and today was no exception.
They came by land and air...
...drinking deeply, and lifting their heads in praise with each swallow.
It wasn't a bad way to start the day,
this reminder of our Father who cares for the birds, and cares for us.
The afternoon held certain frustrations,
and it was late before Barley and I headed out for our customary walk.
By then, I was looking for another sign of God's goodness.
It didn't take long. Before we entered the woods, we could hear music.
Scores of robins and waxwings flitted overhead in the shelter of the trees,
forming a great chorus. As we stopped for a few minutes to listen,
the sound filled the woods and spilled over into my heart,
pushing aside the pressures of the day.
It wasn't a bad way to end the day,
this reminder of our Father who cares for the birds, and cares for us.
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Jesus/Luke 12:6, 7
Give me a sign of Your goodness...
King David/Psalm 86:17
