The Flight…

I sit and watch the Bluebird                                                                                                                 All day long it flys to and from its home                                                                                           The one in the wooden box mounted on the fence.                                                                       Back and forth                                                                                                                                         in the same pattern –

Across the yard, over the bushes                                                                                                         and lands softly swaying on the upper tree branch.                                                                       Overlooking the field –

From there it can see below                                                                                                                 Although I don’t know how –                                                                                                               The tiny insect.

Then swooping back over the bushes it comes                                                                                and lands on the trellis just short –                                                                                                As if a lookout point.

And then, back to the young,                                                                                                               peering in – the angelic cheering begins,                                                                                         Like a thousand tiny angels voices                                                                                                     The sound of life… new life

And the delivered morsel is given –                                                                                                   Waiting and watching,  it’s starts all over again.

To the same pattern…. all day long.

Now, this is love….
















Morning Walks….



…But ask the animals, & they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind. (Bible)


Taken this morning on my walk…. A beautiful time.

Serenity at sunset…

Taken on my recent trip to Florida.
A couple of weeks before this, I had asked God to please show me his love for me. Yes, I needed it.
I don’t think I really ever understood it.

As I stood before the ocean waters, I was finding myself becoming more and more aware of their great vastness and power! … And I was overwhelmed.
I’d been to beaches and oceans before. How come this time my eyes seemed to be opened to something?

Finally the question came to my mind….

“How far can you see?”

My answer? “I can’t Lord….it’s so far.
It just goes on forever”.

“That’s how much”.

That lesson, that love, will stay with me forever. It was beautiful.