Sitting at the edge of my patio this summer are two doves… and then there were four. Mamma, papa, and babies. Sweet to watch because their affection for each other is fascinating. Makes me think they are not simply driven by instinct, but pair-up and love each other for life.
These little guys hover around my place and sometimes sit under the limbs of my Japanese Maple tree. I love their mournful hoooo.
Yesterday they were at the edge of my patio, just under my October Glory tree.
I’m so glad they found their home here.
I also have some sparrows that like to peck at my windows. Sweet little guys too. I catch myself wanting to say, “Hey babies, I hear you. I love you.”
Often in the early moments of dawn, while propped up in bed, drinking my first cup of strong morning coffee, I look out through my window and see how very calm and beautiful everything looks. Beyond the water is the 9th hole of the golf course I live on. You can see the large pond to the left and right of both patio pictures. There’s not a ripple in the water…the wind is calm and the air is clean and cool. Yet sometimes I am full of stress because I am waiting impatiently for something that has not come. I often go out there and take my coffee with me. I sit and wait. I wait to know that the wait will bring the dream. I must wait, for God always comes to those who wait.
The waiting game is so hard. But I know I should wait and keep hoping.
Wait if I must…. in the wind and the rain. Wait long and meekly, in the thunder and lightning, in the cold and dark. Wait for God to answer. Wait for His will. TRUST.
Trusting is like breathing if you do it in faith.