The seeds on the old stump were at the epicenter of this chickadee’s life for a few moments. Searching the pile for at least one good tidbit, he wasn’t distracted in the least by the medley of treats I’d cast out for him and the other birds and critters.
I wandered out to where the birds gather. On the way, I prayed for a few tender moments. The ones that seem like they come straight from the heart of God the Creator and seep softly into mine.
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