A bird does not sing because it has an answer.
It sings because it has a song.
Difficult days have me leaning on my faith. God keeps sending me beautiful gifts wrapped in feathers as I sit and rest on my deck each day. I've been trying to not allow the fear to settle in too deep or to spend too much time pushing away the unwanted, the fatigue and pain. When the fear and pain comes I am training my focus to quickly shift to the current moment and what is happening around me in that moment. In the moment when I took this photo a stunning, brilliantly red, Cardinal was in flight over the place where I was resting. He landed in a branch and sang me a song before flying deeper into the woods, perhaps in search of some other lost soul in need of God's voice. Thank you Dear Cardinal for being God's messenger for me today.