Yesterday morning while Caleb was at preschool, I was cuddling on the couch with Sarah and Gabriel, watching Word World, and spelling the words along with them (occasionally giggling along with them, too).
The window that displays our front yard distracted me frequently, however. I found myself looking at our Bradford Pear trees, realizing that any day now they are going to bloom and look like this. The sky was just the perfect shade of blue, and the clouds were the fluffy white kind - "Simpson's clouds" as Mrs. Haid once described a sky - which perfectly accented the view I was having.
I am often mesmerized by the birds that fancy our yard. My favorite, of course, are the bright red Cardinals. They are so gorgeous in the winter, and since spring hasn't quite arrived yet, they still add some beautiful color to an otherwise dull landscape.
And there he was...
...perched on one of our trees was the prettiest Cardinal. I couldn't help but stare. As I got up to look closer, Sarah asked me what I saw outside. I explained and pointed in the direction of the bird, and she became excited, too!
Every time I watch the birds in our yard, I can't help but recall a scripture that means so much to me...and should mean a lot to anyone who has worried about...well...just about anything! It's a part of the "do not worry" passage in Matthew...
"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" Matthew 6:26
Yes, I really do think of that scripture. Every time. I think it's the Lord's way of reminding me EACH TIME I watch those sweet, beautiful creatures that He loves me and I am even more valuable to Him than they are.
He takes care of them.
He will take care of me.
I love when the weather breaks and I'm able to play outside with my kiddos. I am then even closer to the birds of the air, and in those moments, I often feel closer to Him as well.
Photo credit CrabAppleLane Wildlife
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