Father God, thank you for the bird conversations going on outside my window. I haven’t a clue what they say to one another, but it sure is beautifully orchestrated. Thank you for the ability to hear their songs. Thank you that I can see them in flight. Thank you for this hint of your creative glory in the name of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.

“Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” (Matthew 6:26 ESV)