Did you ever ponder the amazing order in our world?
It is not something we routinely think about.
It is something we often take for granted.

As I was on my walk, a few large planes flew overhead.
I marveled at the ability to fly people from one place to another.
The plane’s resemblance to a bird was uncanny.

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As we drove down a road near our house, we saw the tree.
It stood there in the center of a field silhouetted against the sky.
The light that time of early evening seemed to highlight the beauty of the tree.
I really want to take a a picture of that tree, my youngest daughter said as we passed.

Loving photography as much as she does, she would be the one to capture its beauty.
I would love to take a picture of that tree in every season.
She made a mental note to do just that.
We continued on to our destination; I knew she was planning the shots in her head.

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Michael Card, a Christian music artist and Bible teacher, said something I often ponder.
Your life is a parable.
He often says to listen to the story of your life.

Paul, the apostle, wrote, You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. (2 Corinthians 3:2)
The parabolic life.
Do we take the time to listen to the parable of our life?

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One-Two-Three-Four-Five.
The little boy counted as he waited for his mother in line.
The line was long and he was trying to keep busy since waiting is hard work.
As each person came nearer to the customer service desk, he began to count again.

One-Two-Three-Four-Five; There’s still five, he exclaimed delightedly.
I knew that this accurate little counter would continue until his mother was finished.
I was thoroughly enjoying his excitement.
Every time someone finished and left the counter, a new person got in line.

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It is inevitable.
It is in your mailbox and your inbox.
Junk mail.

Catalogs arrive even though you never requested them.
Brochures, advertisements, and coupons that look more important than they really are.
Sometimes the throw away pile is larger than the actual mail pile.

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I saw a nest.
A nest in the beginning stages.
Tucked away from human hands but not from human eyes.
A masterpiece of creativity and resourcefulness.

Upon first inspection it looked like a regular nest.
Upon closer inspection I was surprised at what I saw.
Among the twigs and the sticks there was a piece of plastic.
Plastic that was woven into the nest with great precision.

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I love pockets and hoods.
They provide a place to put my keys and a ready-made covering for my head.
You expect jeans to have pockets, but I like when dresses and skirts have them, too.

Most of my jackets have hoods.
There is nothing better on a rainy day or windy day.
A makeshift hat right at your fingertips.

I would be lost without my hood.
If rain catches me off guard, I’m ready.
If it suddenly gets windy, I’m protected.

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There is always evidence of God’s grace as we look around us.
There are days when you have to look, really look, to find it.
It has less to do with Him and more to do with the state of our heart.
However, there are days when you just can’t miss it.

Today was such a day.

Spring is upon us; not just on the calendar, but poking through the soft ground.
Crocuses and daffodils are waking up.
Worms are wriggling away from the hungry robins waiting for a feast.
Birds are singing, announcing the new life that is happening all around us.

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We had a dusting of snow even though it is spring.
The wind that usually comes in early March is blowing now.
This is the come in like a lion part, one of my friends said.
Except it should be going out like a lamb by now.

Unexplainable.

Birds flying upward together in a choreographed dance.
Each lifting with the other; each coming down like a corps de ballet.
Each taking their cue to lift, to fly, en masse.
No one bird out-flying another; in sync.

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Cake is in the oven.
Presents are wrapped.
Card is signed.
Dinner reservations need to be made.

My oldest daughter, my firstborn, is celebrating her thirtieth birthday.
I don’t know how it happened.
One day she was playing and riding her bike with streamers on the handlebars.
Then, I blink and she is a beautiful, Godly, accomplished young woman.

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