The birdfeeder stands with its generous invitation just outside my window. I take great joy in watching the cardinals, chickadees, goldfinches, and wrens feast at my table.
Sheer delight.
Monday afternoon my heart skipped a beat.
Read moreThe birdfeeder stands with its generous invitation just outside my window. I take great joy in watching the cardinals, chickadees, goldfinches, and wrens feast at my table.
Sheer delight.
Monday afternoon my heart skipped a beat.
Read moreby Nan Jones I tugged on my robe, snuggling beneath its warmth on a cold January day. Grabbing my Bible and a warm cup of coffee, I settled on the couch near the window. From
Read moreby Nan Jones Bless her heart. She was a haggard little thing. Feathers askew, falling out, barely hanging on. Molting? Maybe. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is how she spoke to me
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