the birth of our first precious tiny, hatched sometime Sunday morning by its fiercely protective mother who, bless her heart, has evolved into a guard dog of a bird hovering bravely around my planter now serving as a nursery for her little ones. Have you ever seen anything so extraordinary, so capable of bolstering our faith if only we'd pause and ponder on the miracle of life?
Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? Matthew 6:26.