From Giant To Giant

I love to bird watch...
These tiny little feathered friends, dependent on their creator for food, for shelter.
Singing every morning no matter the storms that come, praises they twirp from their branches as the sun rises yet again.
When I feed the cattle every day, little fat finches hop at my feet, they are no longer scared to be around me, waiting to catch remnants of molasses and corn bits.
It seems as of late there are hundreds around this place. It's so beautiful to me, how this helpless little creature could be fed by a human such as myself.
Trusting I won't hurt them, waiting daily to get their bellies full.
Facing giants to survive the day, honestly, it's somewhat relatable when you compare us to the world.
I am just as dependent on my creator as the Robin or the dove.
I could fear the world but what would that gain me?
He still feeds me, clothes me, loves me. Yes, we are birds to the world in a sense.
His provisions are always on time.
So I will sing his praises unto the morning, and in the morning let the birds have their part.
You are beautiful God, your ways are just, your hand of providence always on time and none can remove you.
Thank you for the little things in life that remind my heart to sing once more.
For without you, I could not face the giants of this world.
❤️