Our Daily Worms

Karin bought meal worms for the bluebird pair who are guarding their precious blue eggs in the birdhouse between our house and the lake. Chuck attached a feeding tray to the birdhouse. But the birds didn't recognize the new addition as the answer to their prayers for daily worms. Instead they viewed it as a potential weapon of mass destruction, and for almost an hour they swooped and swirled around on reconnaisance missions of desperate nature. Finally the mother slipped inside the house to check on her family, and the father continued to patrol warily. For the rest of the day they would sneak peeks at the alien shape, but even though they are expert worm hunters, they could not see past their terror to recognize the feast that awaited them. We'd have liked to incarnate as bluebirds for just a few seconds in order to assure them that what looked so threatening was actually a great blessing for them.

There's a spiritual lesson here. The immeasurable difference is that the One Who sends us blessings (sometimes disguised as threats) does know our language. And has spoken clearly. I hope I'm hearing Him clearly, and not missing the point of this adventure.

I do so want to be finished with chemo. I feel well again today, but the weird pounding happened in my head again last night. I think it was less intense, so that's progress.

Tomorrow (Thursday) we move to Michigan for a few days to be there for Jeremy's graduation open house. Karin and her family (here in Indiana) will join us there on Saturday. Should be fun.

Blessings,
Carol