I sat out on the lower balcony before I started work today and had a cup of tea. Crisp white, clouds begin to cover the sky, forever changing their picture.
Little female wrens were dancing around on the lawn, flitting here and there; so small they would fit inside a curled up hand. They are light brown with tiny red beaks. As I gazed around at the busyness of their world I saw a little male wren admiring himself in the re vision mirror of the car. He had no idea his audience was more than the reflection of himself. He fluttered his little wings; the magnificent bright blue of his body, bringing pleasure to my eye. And then he was off, living moment to moment...hopping with two legs here and there... onto the grass and then...flitting off to the brick wall, finding little ledges that he could fit on. Enough of that..off to another garden somewhere. A nice moment. The little birds don't worry about what they should eat, or drink or wear.. Nor should we. For our Heavenly Father cares for us.