Baby Bird, Part 2

And so she is gone. Not the way I had hoped. There remains feathers, bones, blood, and the clean up crew that God designed for such things. Do I question God, asking "did you not her my prayer?". No.He had already told me before I even saw her what her fate was. But I do question myself. Should I have picked her up and saved her from the attach she received? What would I have done other than prolong her end. She was not overlooked by God. His ways are better than mine even when I don't understand them; even when I don't like them. Praise God for His perfect plan!

Baby Bird

On my walk around "Jericho" this morning, I was mute until I came upon a baby cardinal. She looked like she was not quite big enough to fly. Had she left the nest too soon? She was definitely not able to get off the ground by herself now. She blinked at me as I prayed over her. I knew that was all I could do. If I tried to touch her, she would die. Tomorrow I will go back, with my heart full of dread that she will still be there, yet hoping that somehow God will have mercy on her.

The Sin of Comparison

Healed

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Loaf of Bread

It is such a small little thing. An ordinary food stuff. How is it possible that it has such an impact on my emotions. How many have I checked out in the last six months? Hundreds? Yet it never loses its power on me. It nearly always brings me to tears. True, it is not the bread itself. Only the memory of two faces as they bought one months ago. Oh how I love those faces. Oh how I miss those faces in my life. Oh how I wish it was different. But it's not, and it never will be, so I smile and say "Have a nice day", to the present face buying this loaf as I sob in my heart.

Beth Moore "Scars Don't Still Hurt"