A little wren sat shivering on my doorstep yesterday evening. It was so cold that it let me pick it up, put it in a box and bring it inside. After thawing out, it perched on it's box and began to fly.
Yesterday, when I woke up, the first thought on my mind was, God, what do you want for me and for this new day? My plans are less important than yours. Show me what you want.
My book, "Miss Dixie Wren and The Institute of Higher Fun and Learning" has been edited and is now ready for the illustration stage. It's pretty much ready to fly.
Yesterday, when I woke up, the first thought on my mind was, God, what do you want for me and for this new day? My plans are less important than yours. Show me what you want.
My book, "Miss Dixie Wren and The Institute of Higher Fun and Learning" has been edited and is now ready for the illustration stage. It's pretty much ready to fly.
This may just be a coincidence, but it brings me sweet inspiration never the less. I realize that this little bird is wild and it probably needs to migrate. I will set it free today and trust God to protect it. I think I will name it Dixie.
"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
"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
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