Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to admire this beautiful feather and wonder.
I thought I'd take a walk around — see what Winter's been doing out there; but I only got as far as the honeysuckle vines when I found this feather caught and flapping wildly in the wind. I thought about where it had been, what bird it had kept warm and dry, what bird it had helped sail through a sunlit blue sky. I felt a bit of a connection to that bird as I admired the intricate beauty of its feather. I felt as though I'd received a gift.
