The Sound of the Red Bird
Walking in the warmth of the sun, I can faintly hear a sound getting nearer and nearer. Soon appears a little bird clothed in red. For such a small thing, it sure knows how to get my attention.
The Picnic
I can walk in the woods and see the lovely bread crumbs of flower petals left for me by the precious heart of Christ. All around me is His majesty expressing Himself through creation.
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