Feeding Birds And Souls

They run on ahead because they know this place. I breathe deeply because I'm home in the outdoors, especially the woods. Little occurrences make my heart leap, like the sound crackling under a heap of leaves that causes us to guess what's there. I love how the treetops rub against one another in the breeze and make a squeaking noise. I love how my children notice that the squirrels here have bushier tails than the ones in our yard. I love how my husband strolls with his coffee, lifting his phone camera now and then to capture his offspring enjoying creation. I love how those tiniest of creatures alight on our hands and peck at the seeds we've brought just for them.

 As parents, we point out these simple pleasures as being gifts from our Creator. My children then begin to see God's goodness, which is sometimes unnoticed in the hustle and bustle of life. And as we hold out our hands to give sustinence to our small, winged friends our souls are also fed in this place

Gratitude:

1129. animals crackling through the woods

1130. family love of this place

1131. the sound of running shoes hitting the dirt path

1132. my girl becoming a teenager

1133. girls parties, complete with a sleepover and reptile show

1134. how they graciously allowed siblings to join the party

1135. my wonderful esthetician friend, Rebecca, and her kindness to the girls

1136. how our bunny flipped in her hutch on day one of being back outside

1137. balmy weather in March

1138. new teacups from my mom--passed to me in a bag at church :)

1139. two days away with a teacher friend on her March Break

1140. crocuses and daffodils and tulips beginning to burst through the warming ground

1141. friends with counter-cultural ideas that inspire others