Do you know anything about nests or nest building? Surely I don’t. Where does this came from, you may ask? On my way back to the building I work at, there’s a beautifully crafted nest that caught my eyes. I’m guessing it fell off the tree and someone picked it up and put it down…
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Resting on the Wings of God
Some ideas do not begin as plans. They begin as moments. Quiet ones. The kind that almost pass unnoticed if we are not paying attention. One mid-morning, I was sitting at our dining table writing when I noticed a small bird perched on the stair rail outside. It was not doing anything remarkable. It simply…