I always think of my Father when I see birds in our yard. What a gift to have doves in yours. I saw you from a distance at the party on Sat, what a beautiful evening it was.
Such a sweet memory--there is something about doves that seems to speak to many. Perhaps the soft "coo" or their dedication to each other. We're loving having them. And yes, I saw you, and tried to make my way over, got distracted, and then we left early as it had been a long week and we were tired.
I always think of my Father when I see birds in our yard. What a gift to have doves in yours. I saw you from a distance at the party on Sat, what a beautiful evening it was.
Such a sweet memory--there is something about doves that seems to speak to many. Perhaps the soft "coo" or their dedication to each other. We're loving having them. And yes, I saw you, and tried to make my way over, got distracted, and then we left early as it had been a long week and we were tired.
I look for angels, grace notes and signs of life.
Yes, those mysterious grace moments--when light breaks through the darkness and bathes us in gentle holiness!