we had just settled down on our blanket, heads propped, under the perfectly sized tree next to our driveway. The sky was carefully cast in smooth blue and white and every few seconds, a little brown bird would swoop overhead. And then a few geese. A larger flock of sparrows. We hear birds like this every night but are usually under the cover of our porch - we rarely see to who we can attribute the sounds.
But tonight, with stomaches full and skin adequately chlorinated from our earlier swim, we just lay and watched them.
"look at the birds of the air" Matthew 6:26
It came to mind, gently, knowing that tomorrow means another appointment, hoping that it doesn't tell us of cancer. I wasn't feeling anxious about it, I don't think. Sad, but not anxious. So sweetly though the birds comforted us, as they carried on their way.
praying that we fall asleep in peace tonight.