When You Hear the Birds

I’m outside working from our balcony today.

 

 

Like last week, the breeze is cool and fall feels here for real.

 

When I was in Italy this summer one of my fellow pilgrims shared a blessing they received in Canterbury at the outset of their journey.

 

A piece that has stuck with me is this:

 

When you hear the birds, may it remind you of God’s love for you.

 

The birds are singing today.

 

This past week and weekend I craved rest. Life came up though, and I found I needed to push through and be present to some important events and conversations.

 

Sitting on the porch today, even though I am working, is a little breath of rest. The birds singing are a welcome reminder that God loves me and that I am not carrying any of this alone.

 

The sun is out and the sky is clear blue. I can see Monticello in the distance, and I am reminded, as mountains always remind me, that God is Creator and Sustainer.

 

I am still craving rest. I need some more nights of good sleep and time in my kitchen cooking and moments on the balcony reading and long walks with Britt or up and down my favorite trail.

 

I will ease these practices back into my schedule in the coming days, but for now I am thankful for the birds and for God who created and sustains them, and me.

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What reminds you of God’s love for you?