I feed the birds, and they are not really tidy eaters, so seeds fly hither and yon. If it were up to my husband–the lawn taker-carer–as those seeds started to sprout they would be pulled or weed whacked; but I convinced him to let them grow this time. And look what I got! Since this yard has no trees and only some container gardens I managed to get in, this blast of yellow that attracts birds, butterflies, and bees is a welcome addition. I am loving the color!
L onely . . . in this time
O f increasing unbelief, looking frantically, hungering,
N ot for miracles, but for signposts that used to be so faith-clear, undisputed—
E ver-present testament, truth, surety,
L ooking for sanctuary, and I guess . . . just lonely for
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you.
Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.”