I'm sitting in the living room. Lights are sparkling on the tree. The best part though, are my birds. Outside my living room window I am blessed to watch so many birds. My favourite are the chickadees. This morning there is also a cardinal, very bright red in a background of gray (it's a cloudy, sloppy day). Mourning doves grace the ground. Tufted Titmice (or would it be titmouses... I don't know) flit back and forth to the feeder. I even saw a woodpecker on the seed-filled suet hanger.
I have a thing for birds.. I kind of identify with them... feel like I am one of them. Not for any logical reason. When I was little people used to say I "ate like a bird"... in my young mind I associated that with I "am like a bird". This led me to love the Sabbath School song God Sees the Little Sparrow Fall again I was the sparrow and yes, He loves me too.
So on this quiet Christmas morning I leave you with these words... "He loves me too, He loves me too, I know He loves me too. If God so loves the little things, I know He loves me too."
God bless you abundantly more than you could ever ask or imagine. May you rest in the assurance that He loves me too.
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