I see the swallow’s nest in the corner of my covered porch, and chipmunks, too. Sometimes a fox sleeps in our garden and I see the soft, smushed place where she rested.
I see bitterness and confusion swell up in hearts nearby but I also see the head of lettuce a neighbor dropped off from her garden. I see the photos sent back and forth between long distance friendships. Even with longing in my heart I can still see grace.
I see the swallow’s nest in the corner of my covered porch, and chipmunks, too. Sometimes a fox sleeps in our garden and I see the soft, smushed place where she rested.
I see bitterness and confusion swell up in hearts nearby but I also see the head of lettuce a neighbor dropped off from her garden. I see the photos sent back and forth between long distance friendships. Even with longing in my heart I can still see grace.
Mmm, thank you Elizabeth. I so wish I could set eyes on the dear fox who's found a home place in your garden. I pray grace continues to find you.