Beyond the bevy of birds busily pecking at the seeds and
nuts and fat balls, a cow stands still and silent in the dripping rain. The nursery
of calves lounge on the wet grass. Outside the kitchen window, blue tits and
great tits jostle for nesting spots in the multi-story birdhouse. It is badly
in need of a refurb, but they don’t seem to notice the leaky roof or the broken
perches. Too late now for me to get out there and spruce it up. I’ll leave them
in peace to lay eggs and raise chicks.
Spring. Hope and promise.
Easter. Hope and promise assured. Aren’t the seasons
fabulous?
Have a great day, knowing that in Jesus all will be well,
all manner of things will be well. We have a hope that won’t disappoint.
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