Wednesday, March 21, 2012
From my comfortable chair by the window, I watched the downpours throughout the day. Our yard took on the look of a pond under dark skies that threatened storms.
I watched a variety of birds seeking shelter from the rain under the eaves of the house and on our small concrete porch. Feeders hanging at the porch's edge are an attraction. With feathers pelted by the rain, sparrows, cardinals, doves, cowbirds, and finches found a dry spot and got their fill at the same time.
And once again I am reminded that I have a shelter . . . a refuge . . . a place to go when difficulties come like a flood and storm clouds seem the norm. It's a shelter that's always open . . . always safe . . . always nurturing. . . always free.
For You have been my refuge . . . and I am sheltered safe within the arms of God.