I am writing outside today. What a joy it is, soaking up the early autumn sunshine after being cooped up inside for several rainy weekends in a row!

Our garden is quickly fading. In fact the only thing still thriving seems to be our Mexican Sunflowers. The hummingbirds and butterflies love them!

Both birds and butterflies have been busy this week, getting their fill of the sweet nectar as they prepare for their long migration flights to warmer climates in Mexico. I haven’t seen any “hummers” today, so it’s possible they have already departed. I often wonder, with the sheer number of migrating butterflies and birds, do they ever cross paths along the way? I guess we will never know.

“The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.””
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40:8‬

Scientists have more questions than answers as to what prompts these tiny creatures to migrate twice each year. For both the Monarch butterflies and the Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds, their species’ survival depends on this perilous 2,500-mile journey! Somehow they seem to know just the right moment to depart, and they also know exactly where they are going (even without a GPS 😉). Isn’t that marvelous?

We serve an amazing God, who — despite all the other uncertainties of this world — remains steadfast, and always provides for even his tiniest creations.

Time and Space

Despite all the crazy weather forecasts from a week ago, I didn’t buy into the hype about a big snowstorm coming our way. Yesterday was certainly brisk, with a few snowflakes thrown in, but we didn’t need to break out the shovels.

I have a very short drive to work each day, and my route takes me down a single lane, unpaved road. Even though there are townhomes springing up all around the edges of our neighborhood, this one little road allows me a brief drive through the countryside each day. I drive slowly because there are usually deer grazing in the tall grass on the shoulders, and their movement can be unpredictable. I’ve had a few close calls at night!

There are several older farmhouses tucked in along the road from an era gone by. Their gravel driveways and overgrown hedges stand in stark contrast to the perfectly manicured lawns on the next street over. But this time of year their yards come to life with flower bulbs that were likely planted generations ago. One sunny morning I stopped my car and leaned out the window to take a photo of some beautiful daffodils (pictured above). I sat quietly for a few moments before another car appeared in my rear view mirror. It was time to move on.

It is during such brief moments that I find myself increasingly longing for a quiet place in the country where I can sip my morning coffee and marvel at God’s creation. My favorite thing to do is watch the variety of birds visiting our feeders and birdhouses and listen to their beautiful songs.

At this stage in life, I know a quieter time is not far away. The trick now is finding a way to incorporate more of these moments into my everyday life. I will look forward to sharing these special times with you. 😊