I'm just popping in tonight to say thank you for your thoughts and comments you shared on yesterday's post. Once again, I woke up with that urge to hit the delete button and keep that post to myself, but your words and understanding made me glad that I didn't. Thank you for taking a moment to read my thoughts and my frustrations, for understanding my perspective and sharing in my joys and trials.
My gratitude is swelling up and over flowing.
I was listening to a song tonight by Josh Garrels*. And the first lines seemed to sum it all up well:
Learn this lesson well, my friend.
There's a time to rejoice and lament.
Every season will find an end.
All will fade and be made new again.
Meanwhile, Emma brought this bird nest in to me on Saturday when high winds were doing things like pulling down branches and knocking out internet connections.
How can I look at this and not be amazed? The shape. The weaving of horse hairs, no doubt collected from the neighbor's fields. Pieces of orange twine that wrap the round bales in our other neighbor's pasture.
How do they do it?
These tiny little birds. With no pattern, no frame, no extra set of hands. It is beautiful. And amazing. And breathtaking. And awe-inspiring.
* I cannot say how much this latest CD
from Josh Garrels is getting to me lately. The music is poetic and has such depth. He paints pictures with the sounds and the words. It is so good. So true. So pure.
I especially like Jacaranda Tree :: The Original Spacefan :: Don't Wait for Me ::
I'm just popping in tonight to say thank you for your thoughts and comments you shared on yesterday's post. Once again, I woke up with that urge to hit the delete button and keep that post to myself, but your words and understanding made me glad that I didn't. Thank you for taking a moment to read my thoughts and my frustrations, for understanding my perspective and sharing in my joys and trials.
My gratitude is swelling up and over flowing.
I was listening to a song tonight by Josh Garrels*. And the first lines seemed to sum it all up well:
Learn this lesson well, my friend.
There's a time to rejoice and lament.
Every season will find an end.
All will fade and be made new again.
Meanwhile, Emma brought this bird nest in to me on Saturday when high winds were doing things like pulling down branches and knocking out internet connections.
How can I look at this and not be amazed? The shape. The weaving of horse hairs, no doubt collected from the neighbor's fields. Pieces of orange twine that wrap the round bales in our other neighbor's pasture.
How do they do it?
These tiny little birds. With no pattern, no frame, no extra set of hands. It is beautiful. And amazing. And breathtaking. And awe-inspiring.
* I cannot say how much this latest CD
from Josh Garrels is getting to me lately. The music is poetic and has such depth. He paints pictures with the sounds and the words. It is so good. So true. So pure.
I especially like Jacaranda Tree :: The Original Spacefan :: Don't Wait for Me ::
beautiful – amazing – breathtaking and awe-inspiring, indeed.
Looking at that amazing nest, it is immediately apparent why we say “nesting” of expectant mothers: just women, with no extra set of hands, working the amazing miracle of giving and preparing for life!
How precious! And how wonderful to have such a thing of awe and beauty to slow us down and make us catch our breath. 🙂
It is beautiful…every bird that makes a nest must be artistic…
this is so beautiful. i swear i can see just the smallest indents where the eggs were or are supposed to be…a true treasure.
What a beautiful nest! I like the cd. I feel like you do some days, it’s not such a simple life after all but i do love it 🙂
Beautiful nest, I read somewhere about a woman who puts out the hair from her daughter’s hair brush out on a fence and in the winter collected a nest made of her hair (I can’t remember if it was a blog or a book).
beautiful! thank you for sharing these pics. my children and i really enjoyed looking at them.
That is just the prettiest little nest. Isn’t it wonderful how nature can still baffle us? With all the technology we have?
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I think it’s taking moments to look at the beauty and wonder of nature that makes life so wonderful. For the little bird that made that nest, life was probably complex and hard if she’d stopped to think about it. But she had to get it done and she did the best she could and now we can all admire her work and it gives us a lift- a bit like you Molly.
nests just speak to me. If they don’t shout out “God” and “greater plan,” then I don’t know what might.
Your last posts have been especially touching. Although we do not live in an older home on a lot of land, I can relate to always having to fix something….just when you think you have a free weekend. I’ll have to check out that album. I wasn’t sure if you had posted your parkseed suggestion list somewhere and I missed it….if so, could you tell me where to find it. Thanks for your honest posts….Jamie
ah! a nest so pretty!
Amazing and beautiful…
I read yesterday’s post today and want to say you’re a wise woman! So true, even with living in a suburb (except maybe the livestock!) that it’s never simple. Never. I’m glad you wrote that because it helps to reevaluate expectations.
that is stunning. it looks like spun gold. so beautiful!
This is soooo amazing.
stacey, that sounds so neat!
so true, sarah!
thank you georgia. and so glad to see you back here. 😉
amen, sister.
jamie, i finally just ordered last night. i’ll try to put up my list in a post for you tomorrow!
Kip was staring at the pictures of the nest. So amazing.And we all like the new album- it’s on repeat for the day.Glad you’re feeling better.
awesome…I can’t wait…thank you for sharing!
That nest is spectacular. Thanks so much for sharing.
fairly amazing, it is.
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