Ah, pure grace to find this beautiful view of a Robin’s eggs just over the porch rail. Mama flew off the nest and hopped around on the driveway to divert my attention. No need to worry, Mama. I aim only to gaze in awe as I praise your Creator.
I praise you, Lord. I praise you for Robins' eggs, precious blue gems that they are. I praise you for new life and new hope unfolding day by glorious spring day. Holy, holy, holy are you, Lord. The whole earth is full of your glory! Amen.
