I watched this little guy, sitting outside my kitchen window last evening.  I thought to myself,
"what a total expression of contentment."

 

Even as the snow starting covering it's little body, it sat so peacefully on the limb of

the pine tree, giving me a perfect example of the words, "peace in the midst of the storm".

Earlier in the morning, I captured these pictures from my mother's birdfeeders.  It seemed
to me, that birds of all varieties, decided to visit her feeders, at an appointed time, almost
like they would have received a memo.

 

I took each one of these pictures within a few minutes time.

Their unique designs and colors, made them so much fun to photograph, as I stood at
the window on my second floor, using the zoom lens on my trustworthy Sony camera.

Reminds me of something I read recently;

"In 1904, a songwriter, Mrs. Civilla Martin, went to visit a bedridden friend in Elmira,
New York.  Mrs. Martin asked the woman if she ever got discouraged because of her
physical condition.  Her friend quickly responded;  "Mrs. Martin, how can I be
discouraged when my Heavenly Father watches over each little sparrow and I
know He loves and cares for me."

On her journey back home, Mrs. Martin completed the writing of her new text, which
has since been a source of much encouragement to many people.

  Why should I feel discouraged,
  Why should the shadows come,
  Why should my heart be lonely,
   and long for heaven and home,
   when Jesus is my portion?  my constant friend is He;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

  Let not your heart be troubled,
  His tender word I hear,
  and resting in His goodness,
  I lose my doubts and fears,
  though by the path He leadeth,   
  but one step I may see;
  His eye is on the sparrow,
  and I know He watches me.

  Whenever I am tempted, whenever storms clouds arise,
  When songs give place to sighing,
  When hope within me dies,
  I draw the closer to Him; from care He sets me free,
  His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me..."

Article by David Padfield.

This song has been song often, and touched lives, since the 1904.  I can still
hear George Beverly Shea singing this on many occasions.  He always seemed
to make it come alive, when he sang it's comforting words.

George Beverly Shea was often known as "America's beloved gospel singer".  He
went to his heavenly home at the age of 104.

Wishing you moments of contentment today!