Day 12 and 13
A red-winged blackbird has been spreading his tail feathers, fluffing his bright red shoulder patches, and sounding conk-la-ree!
—we considered putting him out of his misery. Taping sheets of paper in place is helping him from hurting himself any longer, but he’s stubborn and not recognizing the signal.
I can see the writing on the wall (or in this case the window); whining about stuff I can’t change is not a pretty refrain.
Conking has only ever gotten me more discouraged and it isn’t just bruising my own beak.
Songs that make you sing out loud. A familiar face at the dairy case. An approachable smile from a total stranger. Strong winds pushing long grass like waves. A beautiful writers new cover on my table. Gathering and giving to a holy calling.
Praising: Thank you, God that you are faithful, who will not allow me to be tempted beyond what I am able, but with the temptation will also make a way of escape, that I may be able to bear it.