The tree in my neighbour’s garden beyond the bottom of my own garden gives me great pleasure. I delight in the stark white blossom in the spring and the beautiful autumn colours. When the leaves fall they add nutrients to my garden soil. I have placed my ‘prayer chair’ so I can see this tree at all times, I don’t know what kind of tree it is, I love it and so does God, He made it.
This year I think the birds are nesting in this tree. There is added activity as the birds are flying in and out of the branches. At most times of the day I can sit and watch birds of every shape and size flying in the sky and sitting on top of the posts of my fence. Again I don’t recognise every type of bird but it doesn’t matter, I can enjoy watching.
The God who loves the birds, loves me. That is such a comforting thought, He know my good days and my bad ones. He knows when I please Him and when I’m prone to wander . He knows me through and through and still loves me. In some of the birds I notice almost human characteristic. Especially the pigeons. They quarrel and peck each other. Sometimes they chase each other or prevent one from having a drink or wash in the pond. But ‘His eye is on the sparrow and I know He cares for me.’ Civilla D. Martin