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For the Birds

This afternoon as we were watching a movie as a family on the couch I quickly realized that my daughter was watching something else.

"Dad, when are you going to clean the roof off from the rain last night?" Our daughter inquired.

"I don't know." Her father replied.

My daughter was noticing that the birds were flying on top of the the roof of our house, grabbing materials, and bringing them back to the bird house that is perched on a tree outside our large living room window to build their nest. The movie was no longer the most exciting event taking place even though it was her weekend to pick it. My daughter picked up my husband's binoculars ever so carefully, and she began watching the birds every single movement.

"How do they fit in that tiny hole?"

"They are going back to the roof for more supplies."

"They have something new for the nest!"

"Awww, look at them flying around."

As we prepare to begin another week, may this remind us of just how closely God watches each of us.

I imagine God observing my every move.

Smiling when I accomplish what I thought to be impossible.

Grinning with each new resource that God provides for me to carry out my purpose in this world.

God is close by watching and ready to provide for us our needs, calm our soul, give us love, provide us grace and grant us peace. This new week may come with worry, stress, uncertainty, and apprehension. Remember, the Lord is watching you. God loves you, and God is ready to provide for you and guide you along each step of your journey.

"Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by worrying can add a single hour to your span of life?"

Matthew 6:26-27

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