Day 12 and 13

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!   outside my window three days now. At first we loved his arrival, until scratching and chest bumping his reflection became annoying. We tried shooing him away. We pitied him, and, for an instantwe 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.

 

 

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