“Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip. Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip.” Chippy sat on the edge of the oregano pot singing his “good morning” song. Mr. Sun was just peeking over the horizon and Chippy could feel that this was going to be a wonderful Monday.
“Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip. Chip. Chip, chip, chip, chip.” Chippy happily sang again as the early morning spring breeze skipped by and playfully ruffled his fur.
“CHIP! CHIP! Chip, chip, chip, chip! CHIP! CHIP! Chip, chip, chip, chip!” Chippy sang louder looking toward the house. The curtains were still closed. She must not be awake yet. Maybe he wasn’t singing loud enough.
Tale of a Mighty Oak
By Susan Witmer Miller
The young oak stood strong, sturdy, and confident on the banks of a lively bubbling brook. A vibrant tree with lush deep green foliage and a deep strong healthy root system, she stood alone yet was never lonely. The brook was a merry little chap … always singing a lively happy tune as his waters danced along, heading toward their ocean adventures. The tree would nod her head to his lighthearted melodies as she contentedly listened to the praises he sang to his Creator.
A Mother’s full of laughter,
mercy, peace, and joy.
Her love — unconditional —
she always will deploy.
Her heart full of compassion —
hands awash with love —
Fuzzy fluffy heads
nodding — moving — in time
to the robins’ cheerful
merry, springtime songs.
My debt paid in full —
Won’t suffer eternally.
Vict’ry over sin —
I’m free from captivity.
They say “It’s a gun Problem!”
But what if it is really a heart problem?
What would happen if…instead of arguing over guns…
We would all show compassion to each other,
Listen to each other,
Spend that time learning to know our neighbors
Spent time visiting with them,
And took the time to sit down and talk with the strange,
I was too busy on that first day of the week.
I had so much to do and a schedule to keep.
I didn’t see him, though he was right before my eyes.
I was too preoccupied when God went riding by.
Spring arrives with Winter’s
Cloak wrapped around her chilled shoulders
Sleep is an airplane
Whisking me to secret lands
Packed with adventures.
Fantasy realms to explore!
New creatures to discover!