A bucolic scene of beauty and peace greets me today as I
gaze outside the window. Where the sheep huddled frozen to the earth in
yesterday morning’s hard frost, this morning they graze their ways across the
green field. The cool winter sun carries enough warmth to thaw the grass and
make it edible.
Song birds continue to dart and dive in their efforts to
gather enough food to survive this season. They’ve eaten their way through the
bag of peanuts and are now back onto the breadcrumbs scattered on the drive.
The couple who stayed overnight for B&B have enjoyed
their substantial breakfast and have now departed, fuelled for the journey.
We all need food to power our bodies for the day ahead. Our spirits
crave food, too. Jesus said that man doesn’t live on bread alone but on every
word that comes from the mouth of God.
The mouth of God. Wow. To think that the creator of
everything feeds our spirits, much as a bird feeds her newly hatched chicks,
from his mouth straight into mine. And that word that I receive from him today
will be different from the one he feeds your soul with, because he knows
exactly what each of us needs for the moment and for the day that lies before
us.
His love is so personal, as a loving relationship should be.
May his love not go unrequited in me today.
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