It's been a year since we've made the move back to Texas. We've adjusted fairly well to living in a small community and love being closer to The Children and The Grands.
With all of that I must confess that I miss my Oklahoma place. We were at the end of the road in our subdivision. We were on an acre with trees and a special garden place. This time of year flowers (mostly lilies and golden daffodils) were blooming all around the yard. There was lavender in the front flower bed that smelled glorious. It's also time for the birds to be coming back from their southern homes. Bright noisy blue jays, sleek blue birds, and the regal cardinals with their unusual tweets. And, of course, my woodpecker who tapped on the telephone pole every morning in the lot north of us. It was quiet and secluded, and I loved it.
And, I miss it. I've been talking to Jesus about it the last two weeks. Not complaining, but with a tinge of sadness in my heart. Just telling him that it seems like such a small thing, but the longing is intense. And, there are more important things to miss, yes?
And then this morning as I was sitting at the computer, a movement out the window caught my attention. And I looked, and what I saw took my breath away. There in the still barren crepe myrtle was a beautiful, red cardinal, and his mate with her tawny red feathers and orange beak. The most beautiful gift. Just for me. What a sweet, sweet blessing. Thank you Jesus. For knowing. For caring about the small things.
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