Saturday, March 28, 2009


"Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature has furnished them to the shame of art."

--Izaak Walton

This morning

When I looked out of the window,
there he was: the dearest little robin
looking up from the snow as if to say,
"Hello! You are safe and warm, but I, too,
am unharmed. For the hand which cares
for you guides me, too. Never fear! For
wherever we go He is near, watching
carefully. He loves us so!" And I left to
walk across the snow to His little church
to thank Him for this morning.