The Space Heater
The Space Heater
I am sitting on the porch
watching the birds at the feeder
my husband just filled.
He is a sweetheart,
and I am blessed.
I was thinking.
I was praying.
Every breath...
to Him on high!
Almost, nearly no one...
just me
noticed the female cardinal.
She was there.
Beautiful in her own right.
Not bright red,
but a warm, fall, flame...
with markings only her mate
would know,
and God
of course.
I was supposed to be doing other things.
It is the holiday season.
No... It is Christmas.
It is the celebration of the birth of Our Savior.
It is the very beginning
of everything bright.
The birds are still at the feeder.
A bright, cardinal, male has shown up.
The other birds give way,
like a celebrity has joined their crowd?
Again...
I should go inside and do things
that are important on a list that I made...
last week? or the week before?
I used to make them all the time.
But I found that I used more time
making them than succeeding.
Watching birds is on the list now.
It was not always there,
but it should have been.
They are not afraid of the winter.
They know the Father knows their need,
and will feed them unto the spring,
when life will come forth at His command.
My husband calls from the door,
"Come inside the coffee is ready."
He is such a good man.
I live in Grace,
as I have no idea
how I got here,
except by the Lord's plan.
I would have been happier sooner,
if I had listened,
and heard,
the word.
I get up quietly as not to disturb the guests,
and go inside.
He is there.
Life is beautiful,
inside and out.
For now, however,
the space heater is a comfort
to sit by together,
until spring.
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