And old and chill is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing, and dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face I hold to the stormy heaven,
My heart is calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate’er it be.
When I feel the cold, I can say, “He sends it,”
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I’ve never a want but that He attends it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow.
author unknown to me..
Yesterday evening we had taken our bikes out for a brief ride in our neighborhood. While I waited at a street corner for my husband, I observed these birds, as they congregated on the power lines. It was feeding time. Some of the birdies sat, as others flew back and forth to return with some sort of sustenance for their young one.
I noticed one little lone bird, sitting off by its self, waiting patiently to be fed. This baby bird, trusted, just as I did waiting for my husband, for the return of its mother. Every day we trust that what we need will be provided. We trust that loved ones will be alive, that gas stations will have gas, that grocery stores will have food on their shelves, that banks will still have our money, and that water will run out of the faucet. We are a trusting people. Sometimes our trust can get misconstrued. We may put our trust in fame, fortune, or appearance, but all can be fleeting.
Some trust in chariots, and some in horses, but we will remember the name of our God. (victory rests with our Lord)
to feed or not
to fend for yourself
is your lot, in life
as you seek on your own
to feed your tummy
do you feel alone?
does it help to know
that there are humans near
that feel your concern
and your fears
if for a short time
we will make it our quest
to provide a meal
and do our best
hopefully it will help
to carry you through
the days of uncertainty
when we are away
I will think of you..