Birds of a Feather


“Birds of a feather flock together”. This is a quote that has been around for years, no, centuries. I take it to mean that the same kind of creature prefers the company of its own kind.

This post is about birds but also about the human experience. This morning I woke up feeling a little unsettled with myself…feeling as though my life is not meeting God’s expectations…and wondering just how I am going to remedy that. It was one of those moments where one feels unworthy for whatever reason; not just in God’s eyes but in the eyes of friends and family.

So, I took my feelings to my “prayer chair” which overlooks a garden containing a bird bath, feeder, flowers, and trees. Within minutes the yard was filled with birds. These were not “birds of a feather”. There was a blue jay and a cardinal sitting together on the fence. There were sparrows and a yellow finch quenching their thirst together. A red-headed woodpecker seemed to be teaching his youngster how to get this job done, when the mom showed up and joined in. Two mourning doves were doing their thing on the garage roof; you know what doves are like, billing and cooing all over the place.

There were two birds I didn’t recognize and had never seen before. They were a brownish yellowy color with a touch of orange or red on the back of their heads, and when they spread their wings to fly their backs were all white. I’ll look them up later.

Now I marveled at all this, especially when the cardinal and blue jay came and rested on my deck railing. I was in awe and wondered out loud why I was being treated to such a spectacular show of nature. It’s over now. There’s not a bird in the yard.

This whole scene helped to lighten my mood but the clincher was this. It was time for my daily devotional and when I opened my Bible, this is what I read in Luke 12:24 “Consider the ravens; they do not sow or reap…yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds.”

Birds of a feather? I was happy to see so many different species of feathers this morning, and happier still to receive the message they brought.

 

 

A Second Cup of Coffee


If we were having coffee right now I would ask you how your life has been since we last met. You would tell me of a difficult situation you were dealing with, not knowing how to handle it, when without warning it was resolved to the benefit of all concerned.

If we were having tea right now…because you prefer it to coffee…I would tell you how much a recent lunch with friends meant to me…how I still smile thinking of the camaraderie and affection that was more nourishing than the delicious food.

If we were having coffee right now you would share with me how lonely you are after the passing of your loved one…how the days follow each other in meaningless order and the nights hold nothing but darkness and tears.

If we were having coffee right now I would reach across the table and hold your hand as you struggle to contain your grief. And I would say, “Don’t contain it, let it find its way where it will and be thankful you are alive enough to feel it.” And I would feel your pain.

If we were having coffee right now you would listen while I ranted on one of my pet peeves, like the supermarkets putting a sale price on a display of mixed merchandise, from which you choose an item you’re delighted to find at a reduced price until you get to the cashier and find out what you chose wasn’t part of the sale…grrr.

If we were having coffee right now you would tell me again that you need more faith, and I would tell you that God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life…you can believe that.

If we were having coffee right now…or tea because you prefer it to coffee…we would have enjoyed our time together enough to say, “Let’s do this again soon.”

Until then, may all your problems be resolved, may all your friendships be meaningful, may your times of grief have longer intervals, and for my part…thanks for listening. My load is lighter right now because we had coffee together…or tea, because you prefer it.

 

 

Many Kinds of Love


How often do we think love is out the window when someone or something comes along to prove otherwise? It has happened to me a few times in my lifetime, and just recently it has happened again. Just when I was mourning the perceived loss of an object of my affection, this appeared on the screen of my life and love soared to a new height once again. Does that make me fickle? It doesn’t mean that I have given up on one of my other loves, it just means that there is room in my heart for many kinds of love. Scenes like this make me happy, and happiness is another form of love. This photo was posted on Facebook yesterday, and I had to share it. I just love it!

 

 

 

 

 

Huggies, Not to be Mistaken


It may appear from the title that this is about those absorbent paper pants that cover a baby’s bottom for comfort; not so my friends.

This is about all the hugs I received at church yesterday from all my huggy friends. I’m a bit of a hug fanatic and seem to have gained a reputation for this. But others appear to enjoy getting hugs too, and that’s a good thing.

Like a squirrel storing food in his cheeks, yesterday’s hugs are stored in my heart in case there are no more until next Sunday.

I sometimes joke that I go to church for the hugs, but that includes God’s hugs as well.

“Have you and God had a hug of the heart today?” It’s a question I read somewhere and realized how uplifting it is when we spend time with Him, either on Sunday or any day of the week, just how much that feels like a heavenly hug.

Huggies…whether God hugs or human hugs, are indeed a source of comfort. Have you had yours today?

 

 

Something to Smile About


Every day there is something to smile about…well, mostly every day; family, friends, babies, memories, a full moon the night before, a squirrel looking for a handout at the door, playful puppies, skittish kittens, blessings by the number…smiling is good for the facial muscles.

Yesterday this picture was posted to my Facebook Timeline by one of my daughters. It really gave me something to smile about and I hope it stretches your facial muscles too.

A Love Story


An update: I first posted this love story last year and it was a big hit. Everyone loves a love story, right?  Well, as it so happens, the love has not waned one iota and if anything, is even more poignant. Even though we are both a year older, the age difference is simply not a factor in our relationship. But one thing is a little unsettling, I don’t see him as often as I would like to and now he has another new interest in his life which I will reveal a little later in the story. So here you go…

 

I have a confession to make. I’m in love with a younger man. At my age you pretty much have to be. You see, I’m seventy-eight years old, and men my age and up are just not interested in older women.

It’s not the first time I’ve been in love, but it is the first time in a long time.

I met my new love just over three years ago. It was love at first sight. Let me tell you about him. First of all he is good to look at..blonde hair, smiling eyes, slim build…a real charmer.

He is so much fun and makes me feel young. He is inquisitive, talkative, and playful. At a recent party he gave me his undivided attention and told me he loved me. My heart melted. Twice, in front of everyone, he leaned into me and hugged me…didn’t matter who was watching.

He loves music and is a top-notch dancer. ..like, he really has the moves. The only problem I have is he is a bit of a lady’s man. Women love him and I’m not too sure that I can handle all the appreciative stares, or the outstretched arms to hug him at every opportunity.

He is physically fit and fancies himself as a hockey player…whereas I haven’t donned a pair of skates in decades.

Sometimes I tell myself I’m too old for love, but when we’re together my heart melts and I am putty in his hands.

I didn’t expect to put my new-found love in the limelight, but there you have it. What more can I say, except I really love this guy!

The new interest is Junior Kindergarten!                             Reid the Hockey Player

A Prayer for the Lonely


Dear God, because of death, there are those who are living their lives without their partners of many years. Their most voiced lament is, “I’m lonely.” They now live alone, eat alone, sleep alone, and venture out alone. Their heartbreak is keen; their grief tear-filled. Lord, may they come to know that when they feel most alone, you are with them. May they feel your presence as surely as they once felt the presence of their loved ones. May they know that although they are lonely, they are still loved. Help us to realize our neighbour’s plight and to reach out to those who need a tender touch. Amen.

Feelings


Here is something different. In one of my writing books, the exercise was to describe in your own words the meaning of certain feelings we all experience–to just write down the first thing that comes to mind. It’s unfortunate that I don’t always note where I read these things, thereby giving credit to whoever dreams them up, but the truth is I don’t. In any case here is my take on the following feelings.

What is happy?  It is a light airy feeling that bubbles inside me out of the blue sometimes.

What is frustration?  It is a tear your hair out feeling when you can’t get through to someone.

What is sadness?  It is a pain in the heart and a lump in the throat for the pain of others.

What is anger?  It is a boiling feeling of inner turmoil.

What is love?  It is an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and a heart bursting feeling.

What is scared?  It is a pee-your-pants weak-in-the-knees queasy feeling.

What is joy?  It is bigger than happy, bigger than love, and contains them both.

What is pettiness?  It is not a good feeling once you have participated in it.

What is excited?  It is the thought of something new coming your way, something new to explore and have good feelings about.

What is adventurous?  Doing something you have never done before regardless of the consequences.

What is critical?  Not letting people be themselves, always correcting or trying–picky, picky.

That was a good exercise, and I found it enlightening.

Sometimes it pays to pay attention to our feelings, and not just take them for granted. Especially anger–who needs that?

The Bible expounds on feelings over and over again, and the most popular of these is love. Just look in any concordance to see how many times love is mentioned…1 Corinthians 13 is a great example..But the greatest of these is love. (verse 13)

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