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| Photo: Mary Lynch |
Would you please join me over at my sweet, Blog sister Ashley’s place
as I share this special story about Trusting God?
I’ll start here and you can head on over there to finish, OK?
Thanks, friends!
It is early morning as I step out on the dewy grass in my slippers
to fill the bird feeder in our back yard.
It is after all, a morning ritual.
A daily reminder to me of His provision.
I usually put the coffee on, feed our family pets,
then mosey on out with a pitcher of seed for our fine feathered friends outdoors.
As I approach the feeder, the waiting birds scatter to the trees.
I notice a tuft of feathers in the stones that surround our self made
gathering place for the winged.
I stand and the thought that I am gazing upon a dead bird enters my mind,
arrow shooting sadness straight to the heart;
but then I notice his head turning, strained with twisting,
jerking to look up at me…
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Enthusiastically, Dawn 