We have babies. When I found out, the miracle literally halted me in my tracks. I couldn't stop smiling. My husband sent a photo text while I was out shopping. He was just as shocked by the birdy miracle as I was.
New life is powerful like that.
Birdies hatch every day all over the world but when it happened on my front door, suspended in a basket hanging on a $2 wreath hook, well...I still can't stop thinking about it.
Our main entrance continues to sit unused as Blondie's sign re-routes guests to our garage door. We worked hard to protect those eggs and I'm so glad we did. What is it about life that makes us fight so fiercely for it when it seems precarious or threatened...and yet we take it for granted 99% of the time?
Saturday a friend let us come over to see her 10-day-old baby bunnies. Her husband had nearly crushed their nest while doing a landscaping job. Now they have five furry newborns and feed them with a medicine dropper.
Life is swirling around us all, waiting to be celebrated and cherished, even protected. I fear I'm so busy tasking and toiling and over-thinking that God has to slap a miracle on my front door before I'll slow down and finally take notice.
For Part 1 of the story, click here.