First, a story about a very sweet boy who I am very close to. Yesterday WHO was out playing in the dirt (his favorite place to play) and discovered a worm. We have a bird's nest outside our back door that has three baby birds in it - probably 2 weeks old. We saw them when they first hatched and now they have feathers and everything. Very cool. The mother frequents our back door often so the fact that dogs have come and gone and people have come and gone is nothing short of amazing. When the mother bird first started building her next there Dave would take it down - daily. This went on for a week or so. Finally I said, "Honey, let survival of the fittest take its course." I figured the mother bird would just not take care of the eggs so there would never be birds. Well, I was wrong. The babies have been well fed. Enter life lesson.
So, WHO was playing outside in the dirt and found this worm. We had talked about what birds eat so he put the worm aside and told his daddy he was going to leave it for the mama bird so she could feed the babies. Dave took the worm and put it on the edge of the nest. My son is learning to care even for the birds. I love his heart. It is so sweet and tender. I pray that gentle spirit continues to blossom and grow.
On to Big Ideas. I have been inspired by several books I have read recently on the Navy Seals. They are an amazing group of warriors. I have great respect for them and for all of our service men and women. I want to be able to give back to them but not sure how. Right now so many of the veterans come back wounded - either physically or mentally. They have a life in front of them but they need some help. I want to be able to assist. Again, I have no idea what that looks like but going to be praying about it.
Another thought on my head is that of adoption. Again, not sure what that looks like but I have a heart for those who have been wounded. I love listening to people talk. I love sharing in their hurts and watching them move forward. I love hugging and holding those that are hurting. That is my nature. That is my strength. I want to use that strength. Not sure how but definitely something I want to continue to pray about.
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