The awakening of a
new day in my little corner of the world is always exciting, but especially in
the winter. The trees are bare so I can
watch the squirrels and birds even better as they go about their morning routine. The nests that the squirrels have made for
themselves continually amaze me. So high
up in the sky, made secure to withstand the cold and rugged weather of winter;
made only of things provided by nature.
The little critters romp around in the trees, daredevil jumping from
limb to limb; some of those limbs are so thin even I could break them with my
hands. Then they run up and down the
tree trunk, chasing each other, getting their morning exercise and finding the
food they need. They seem to have such
fun with one another.
Mr. & Mrs.
Cardinal fly in, landing in the tree outside of my window. The bright red coat of Mr. stands vivid
against the white snow background; Mrs. Is a bit more subdued and blends in, a
bit more shy and demure. It’s a mystery
to me where they stay at night and how they survive these very cold days and
nights.
There is a build
in means of survival that exists in all living creatures; all of creation
actually; a means of continuing on, whatever the elements may be.
God breathed life
into all He made and desired all forms and species to live in the cycle of
life, death, life, and to continue reproducing its self forever.
God created such a
beautiful harmony, pattern, and plan. It
serves me well to honor His way, His truth, and His life.
