I hear the birds singing; an unseen choir a midst the leafy branches of the swaying trees.
Their small voices are many and unique; their whistles, their chirps and their melodies
ride the quietly flowing breeze.
Their joyous songs bring sweet thoughts to my mind and a deep sense of gentle peace to
my uplifted heart. How i love to hear the birds above and may they always be near, always
present, never to depart.
Very beautiful Becky! Here is something I wrote.
I feel some of the anguish that Jesus must have felt on the cross,
Someone I love more than life is in the agony of addiction.
I am facing the uncertainty of cancer. I would take up and be nailed to it if it bring this person out of the addiction. Help us Jesus and forgive me for feeling forsaken. Please carry us for I am not strong enough.
Again thanks Kathy for your kind words. I will keep you and that person in my thoughts and prayers. You are not forsaken; you are constantly in my thoughts and prayers. And Jesus hears our prayers.