_He sits there, peering into my window. He’s been there daily for a week now. Dressed only in a plain gray suit, he almost goes unnoticed. Although not much to look at, his presence is welcomed for the joyful song and dance he performs.
A Townsend’s Solitaire Thrush, according to my Field Guide to Western Birds. I’m not sure why he’s there, or how long he’ll stay, but I chuckle at his greeting each morning.
Time has passed so quickly. As I reflect I'm reminded of all the gifts I've received this year...
...my husband has continued to work in construction when many others have not had work.
...my Lord and Savior has provided us with a home that is paid for that can't easily be taken away from us. And heat to keep us warm.
...we have plentiful food on the table, not fancy, but nourishing.
...we have not been injured and no loved ones have died, with the exception of my 31 year old horse that I raised from birth and my cow dog injuring his leg trying to herd my mare yesterday. He hops on three legs and I pray it isn't broken but I am thankful for the ability to even have a dog.
...we have relatively good health. It doesn't mean we haven't had challenges but they only make us stronger.
...I have a fabulous loving family to surround me throughout the year.
...and I have the Love of Jesus Christ and the reassurance of His presence to walk by my side each day.
The days are getting colder, but the sun still shines. My little gray suited feathered friend continues to brighten my day with his presence. He may be gone tomorrow, but for today, I have his song and tomorrow I’ll have his memory. He reminds me to appreciate even the smallest blessings.
Hope your Holidays are filled with precious moments and memories to carry you through a lifetime.
Sherrie Gant is a writer, photographer, and