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8 Apr

                                                There is a time for everything,
 and a season for every activity under heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3:1


Just yesterday I was sporting a cute little pair of heels that I picked up for a bargain last summer at a yard sale.  Today I feel like cuddling up my toes with a thick pair of comfy socks and slipping them into my boots as I go off to work on this raw and rainy morning.  It’s spring.  Last week it snowed 3 inches.  Four days later we were out on the motorcycle enjoying 80̊  and a sunny day!  It’s spring! 

 Ever notice how noisy spring is?  All of sudden there are birds everywhere … and they are loud!  Even busy little Cole has noticed their vocal existence    ~   “chirp chirp!”   We live just outside of York, PA where a Harley Davidson plant is located.  The roads are Harley silent around here for only about 4 months out of the year.  Guys (and gals) and their motorcycles are loud!   It’s spring!   I’ve heard two chainsaws already in the past month and even a lawnmower!  Thunderstorms have caused little dogs to shiver and hide, while the music of a steady rain sings lullabies to those needing to get out of bed.  Shouts of activity and sport fill the air near the fields where baseball, soccer, and ultimate Frisbee are being played. There are the giggles of little kids, finally able to be outside at the park to play, while moms stand around and catch up with their friends  …  or in our case, a little 2-year old constantly going up and down the slides hollering out “RyRy!” as his Uncle Ryan is watching via Skype and an iPhone.  Spring is noisy!

 As scripture tells us, there is a time and season for all things.  This morning, a dear and precious friend passed away.  Mary Jane had been ill for many years, but she is now dancing in the presence of Jesus and the angels.  Mary Jane has reached her eternal Spring where Life will be full of newness, expectation and satisfaction all at the same time, and freedom.  Freedom, for where the Spirit is there is Freedom.  

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die…
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance…
Ecclesiastes 3:1-4


 Newborn babies cry, toddlers chatter, birds sing, rain falls, and our world embraces life to the fullest!  After a long cold winter, won’t you join me in celebrating a noisy and exciting spring … each day, ALWAYS filled to the brim with the mercies of God!


Until next time,

It’s All For the Birds!

9 Jun

Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn;
yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!  
Luke 12:24

Is it just me or do the birds seem to be louder and more noticeable this year?   We were blessed with a drop in temperature and humidity a couple days ago, so we actually turned off the AC and opened the windows for the night.  Though the alarm clock was set, we certainly didn’t need one to wake up by!  At the crack of dawn, which was much earlier than the alarm was set for, the birds began to go crazy.  Seriously!  There is a family of such creatures who have built their small abode just above the outside trim of our bedroom window…only a short distance from my pillow.  As I tried to sleep through their insistent chirps of ‘Hello … it’s morning time!’ I pulled the covers up even tighter to my head, trying to block out the all-too-cheerful peeps of exclamation.

Later in the morning as I walked out on my front porch to hang up a fresh batch of hummingbird nectar, two feisty feathery friends were chasing each other from tree to tree, carrying on like a couple of young feuding lovers.  I’ve seen them before, darting back and forth in a frantic rush, always seeming to be irritated with one another.  Perhaps they are the parents to the little ones in the back, and they are not getting enough sleep at night!

The other day, I noticed a very small blue bird in the drive in front of the house.  He was little, but he sure had a mouth on him.  It fascinated me to watch his beak open and close in such a precise manner … and oh what a loud message he had to proclaim!  He was such a tiny bird with much to say! 

The Cardinal ~ Feb 2010

Yesterday I was sitting here on my little couch having my quiet time and my ears caught the all familiar sound of wings fluttering against a window.  These wings belong to our resident cardinal.  Mr. Cardinal … and what a beauty he is!!  His unruly restroom habits that are all down the side of my car and van are irritating as all get out, but he sure is handsome!  And he knows it.  He is constantly looking at his reflection in the mirrors and windows of our vehicles.  It seems to be his favorite pastime.  We began to notice his annoying addiction several months ago when he would fly and flutter around on our van as it sat in the driveway.  I became so familiar with his song that I knew he was out there without even looking.    And I can’t help but smile just a little bit when I sit down in the driver’s seat and see the tiny thin beak marks in the corners of both front windows … and both mirrors.  I’m not quite sure what the fixation is about seeing his reflection, but he loves it!  Mrs. Cardinal comes around every once in a while, but she must be busy tending to the children, leaving Mr. with a lot of free time to admire his good looks. 

I’ve laughed with others over the antics of these birds and listened to their feathery tales as well.  My mom has been doting over a robin’s nest, full of tiny chicks filled to its brim.  She has also been aggravated by the vain attempts of many a bird who would perch on her window sills and peck, scratch and mess.  Then our daughter, thinking that someone was trying to break into her home while hubby was away, sheepishly peaked around the corner into the kitchen to find a robin of her own at the side window admiring his fine suit of brown and orange. 

Just now, a high-pitched tweet and quick flutter caught my eye, so I sat down the computer, looked straight down below the window to where I just planted some watermelon seeds yesterday.  Oh my … I feared I was catching a thief, but instead, the noisy homemaker was gathering the loosened dead and dry grass from along the edges of the gardened area.  As quickly as it flew in, it flew away. 

Is there a spiritual lesson in the antics of these birds?  I’m sure God wants us to know that even the birds of the air have character, purpose, and His own Creator Signature in their beauty and their abilities.  Do we believe that about ourselves? 

So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living and moving thing with which the water teems, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.
God blessed them and said, “Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas,
and let the birds increase on the earth.”
And there was evening, and there was morning–the fifth day. 
Genesis 1:21-23

The song of the bird is quite distinct and often resembles a cheerful chorus of praise.  Even the tiniest feathery friend is deliberate as it opens its beak to communicate and proclaim its message to the world. 

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
Psalm 19:1-4

Join with me as I watch the birds this summer…fascinated and amazed at how God created them so perfectly to fit in His plan and purpose for their existence in this life.  If He cares so much for them … how much more does He care for you and I?

 Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn;
yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!  
Luke 12:24

Until next time,