A favorite year round activity that I enjoy is that of feeding our local birds. These tiny visitors to our yard provide beauty and pleasant interruptions to a cold wintry day or warm spring mornings, especially when windows can be open to allow gentle breezes to bring in the melodic sounds of whatever “bird choir” is performing….we’ve got our share of crows, sparrows, cardinals, morning doves, woodpeckers, bluebirds, spackles, finches. Even noisy blue jays are welcome although I don’t like how they bother the robins’ nests that are buried high in our pine trees.

I’ve always thought I can learn a lot from these tiny creatures that live in and around our property. Every morning when I wake up, I walk out to my dark kitchen to pour my first cup of coffee–thank you to my husband who sets up the pot to brew right on time!–my second stop is the container holding bird seed. Currently, we don’t have any fancy bird feeders; we simply scatter the seed on the deck railing. Before long, our little visitors come and enjoy their meal. I have no way of knowing if I’m providing breakfast or a mere extension of their dining experience that probably began long before my getting up at 7:30 am. Their 5 and 6 am chatter gives me a hint they’ve been about their day much sooner than to my liking…

Do my little friends “know” that I will put out seed for them? Have they come to rely on me doing so? What if I forget? Will I disappoint them or cause small bellies to worry about where or what they will eat? My imagination that tries to conjure up thoughts, worries, questions from their world causes me to reflect on my own daily needs and where I find sustenance for my day.

I awaken to a new day–Lord willing–forgetting that God Himself has not slumbered nor slept. The mere fact that a sovereign God does not require physical rest like I do is a concept I may never comprehend but still fascinates and assures me at the same time of His power to protect and watch over me. I’m blessed to get a simple cup of freshly brewed coffee and make my way to my prayer corner where my Bible, journals, pens are waiting, carefully arranged on a table after meeting with Him yesterday. I sit down, sip my coffee, while opening a current devotional on my Bible app–technology is great for all the right reasons!–and dig into listening and reading the assigned verses for “today”….I don’t have to go far to find my “daily bread”. It’s here waiting. It’s been provided by Him. His scriptures are alive and active for me. All I have to do is look, come, and feast from the bounty of His written Word.

My cozy prayer chair is my personal deck rail that is laden with all that I need each morning…scripture…music through my phone….light from a lamp illuminating the pages of my Bible as I read…shining on my journal as I pen my thoughts and needs for myself and loved ones. It’s to this beloved corner of a bedroom that I come, knowing that God is ready to meet with me, to actually “feast” with Him, to talk or sing about what a new day will offer me with each passing hour. Do I know that God has brought His Word to me? Yes. Is He aware that I am grateful? Yes, I remember to thank Him every morning. Does He fill my belly with good things? Yes, He does, sometimes to overflowing.

Yes, I can learn a lot from the beauty and habits of the various birds that visit our yard. I can also remember that “God’s eye is on the sparrow…and surely He watches over me”. He sees me. He protects me. He sustains me. And He does all of this 24/7 without need of rest. Or a fresh cup of coffee for a quick pick-me-up although I’d like to think He does enjoy a good hot mug of heavenly brew!