I looked up to see what bird was sounding such chitter. As I did, the river birch framed a crescent moon, in broad daylight. The three drew me in and made themselves known. A daytime trinity of sorts enfolded me–a perfect harmony of beauty, serenity, and comfort. They seemed to enjoy the union and I felt invited to do the same.
Below, I swayed in the hammock–from the breeze, not my efforts. The momentum of the gentle rocking was easy to sustain. I simply surrendered and became a part. Like breathing. The hammock became God’s palms, and the thought occurred to me that I’m an infant in God’s very hands, and it is His Spirit that feeds my soul as I gaze upon the One who is eternally framed by the love of the Father. Then a verse sprang to my heart: “If anyone loves Me, he will keep My word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our abode with him.” (John 14:23)
I thought about that for a while, and watched the leaves brush the daytime moon as it passed on by—until it crossed the sky, and the chitter became a song.
I hope this encourages you to tune in to God today.
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