Hungry for God

In all the years we've welcomed bluebirds to our backyard, we've never had a pair like these who are such attentive parents. Before the eggs hatched, we would often observe the male feeding a worm to the mother-to-be. Now they both roam far and wide in search of food for their three babies. Needless to say, Chuck makes their search easier by putting meal worms in their plastic feeding tray several times a day. The mother takes several worms in her bill at once, then drops and chops them on the roof of the house before picking the pieces all up again and taking them inside the house. The little chicks are getting more feathers and louder voices every day.

I've often visualized the Christian life in terms of baby birds. I assume that the chick with the widest mouth and the loudest cry gets the most worms. I want to be that hungry for God and His Word.

Yesterday was a full day--not busy, but full in the sense of "living life fully." Loving friends to encourage us at Sunday School. A wonderfully encouraging sermon. A nap. And the evening with dear friends at the Charlotte symphony summer concert in the park. We are blessed.

We begin the new chemo protocol this morning at 8:30. Thanks for your prayers.
Love,
Carol