Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, a place near your altar. Psalm 84:3
Outside my back door grows a butterfly bush. It stands tall, covered with unexciting white flowers but---only two or three days after it begins to bloom it literally teems with fluttering wings of many species of butterflies. If you have never believed in a Supreme being, you will after sitting awhile and watching the miracles of God's world.
Many people speak mournfully of this period in our lives. The darkness of racial disparity, of sickness, of deaths without much closure, of being alone, of missing friends and family and many other complaints. But quoting from Arundahi Roy, "We can chose to walk through this period dragging the carcasses of our prejudice...Or we can walk through lightly with little luggage, ready to imagine another world..."
So, maybe we need to stop and name the birds flying by, count the many butterflies, watch the young bunny nibble a marigold, report the huge spider on the screen and count each day we are also alive and well.
Prayer: Lord be with us today and every day. Lift our hearts with hope and help us to look forward to each day we live and work in your world. Amen
Carolyn Olsen
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