The sun was streaming through the trees, little water droplets still clung to the blades of grass and the songs of birds gushed from field and tree. The glory of it all filled my heart to overflowing and I had to sing with them. Mr. Meadow Lark put up with my rusty imitation, but soon I left the solo up to him.
As I continued I noticed that though I heard many birds I didn’t see even a trace of them. So I asked my best friend who always comes along with me to set some in my pathway so that I could watch His creation. “Jesus,” I asked “please, won’t you send me some birds or a squirrel; I would really enjoy watching them. Thank you! in your name, Amen.” It couldn’t have been more than a minute later that two little sparrows came fluttering down 15-20 feet away.
A soft sweet call drew my attention away, a Flycatcher flitting through the teasel, sang his sweet tune, then a towhee flew up to a branch near me and nerves as he was he still chirped the little tune God has given him.
Then they flew away one at a time.
"Thank you, Jesus" I breathed
and continued on to my perch high in the old pine tree
where little Chatterer the Squirrel lives.
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