How do they know?
The bird feeders hung empty. The driveway was devoid of
breadcrumbs, too. I filled them, hung them, scattered breadcrumbs (not from my
homemade bread…) and hey, presto! Within a minute the place was jumpin’ with
feathered friends tucking into breakfast.
How did the word get out so quickly? Were they all hunkered
down nearby, hungrily hoping I might show up and quick to respond when I did? Were
they nearly despairing, knowing there was every chance I just might not show up
with nuts and seeds? Is there a birdsong frequency I just can’t hear, that put
out the call: Food’s up!
I have just come out of the prayer window. God never leaves
the spiritual feeders hanging empty. There’s a feast if I take the time with
him. There are always crumbs scattered through the day, too, and I can enjoy
him if my spiritual antennae are out. He is a faithful God, who never lets us
down.
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