We spent a relaxing couple of hours sitting at the windmill fed pond at Sam Nail’s ranch in Big Bend. The pond is more like a puddle, but just like the birds, you take what you are given. We were offered several species of birds including this adult male White-Crowned Sparrow and a young female Lesser Goldfinch. It was a true offering. “Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds”….Matthew 6:26 (The Message)

HOPE

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson……..what a great metaphor, that hope can come wrapped with feathers……may you enjoy hope on your journey…nada te turbe†††jim