Ash and Bloom

It's Sunday morning.  Some time ago, when we had Chris as a pastor, he taught me to understand "sabbath" in ways I had never known.  I now know that really resting, chewing on who God is and does, worshiping him in a way that connects you to Him, and Him to you... that's Sabbath.  And so much more.

Anyway, it's early'ish.  Almost 8:00.  One day we talked about having music back in our lives.  So I thought I would turn on Ash and Bloom's, "Let the Storm Come".  Very highly recommended.  The music sets a tone... a mood.

In my recliner by the fireplace I watched a robin across the fence building a nest on the sill of the neighbor's window.  It's raining.

Ash and Bloom... "Let the storm come", is playing... fitting.

And I wondered how such a tiny creature had the smarts to make it's home that way.  It flew off and shortly came back with something else in its mouth.  It would settle into the nest, figure out where it wanted to put the new piece, place it just so, wiggle some, then fly off again.  Once, another bird came by... you could see it told it to go away.

And I wondered how it felt so safe on someone's window sill.  Safe enough to spend all that effort making a home.  Perhaps it didn't realise that someone owned that house.  Perhaps it didn't realise that the owner knew all about it's home...and cared a great deal about it.