twigs of thanksgiving

I am dry
and I thirst for Him
and am quenched by nesting 
near His altar.


"How lovely is your dwelling place, 

LORD Almighty! 

My soul yearns, even faints, 
for the courts of the LORD; 
my heart and my flesh cry out 
for the living God. 

Even the sparrow has found a home, 
and the swallow a nest for herself, 
where she may have her young— 
a place near your altar, 
LORD Almighty, my King and my God. 

Blessed are those who dwell in your house; 
they are ever praising you."
Psalm 84:1-4


This week (and every day)
I want to be intentional about building my nest
close to His secure dwelling place
...about ever praising my Almighty God.
And the nest-building's beginnings are
twigs of thanksgiving.

The gifts I list are not to be praised.
All goes to the extravagant Giver.
#770 - 790

backyard bird plethora
their song which beckons spring in my heart
He made more than one kind!
real-life learning..."Mom, let's look up on the computer what kind of bird that is!"
kids army-crawling under table to the window, careful not to frighten away our shy winged friends

one seed


yeasty, hot waffles with melting whipped cream
sunshine pouring into quiet Saturday windows
him peeling hard-boiled eggs fresh from the backyard



a Monday looking forward to a week with fun planned
anticipating what spring will bring as He wills
her every day, "I love you"s and, "Did that fill your bucket, Mommy?"
seven-year-old boy dimples
firstborn helping the younger ones



always delectable Sunday meals at their house
connecting with Christ-followers
whipping wind reminding of His power
photographs and video from around the world that show me
   more and more and more of His creation, His artistry


freedom from the snare
grace for every breath
(Joining all the thanks-givers over at Ann's every Monday.)

whenever I head outside to bring food and water to our chickens, I yell, "Ladies! Chickens!  Here I come!" and those girls come fluttering out of the coop into the run to greet me.  Our hen, Mabel, is one spoiled chicken.  She doesn't like snow to touch her feet.  So in her excitement to see me the other day (or rather to eat the treats I was bringing), she came shooting out of the coop forgetting all about the piles of snow in the run!  She tried to fly and landed with a POOF in a drift at the end of the run.  And she refused to move!  She was stuck!  I poked at her, trying to get her to dig herself out but nope, she wouldn't budge.  Luckily, my second-born animal-loving son came to her rescue, squeezing into the run, freeing her, and gently placing her back into the cozy coop.

How often am I like that?! In my frenzied haste, I get myself into trouble.  Allow myself to become ensnared in sin...impatience, short-sightedness, harsh words, frustration.  And just let myself sit there in it. Temporarily paralyzed forgetting that the Rescuer is just a breath away!  Relief is granted before my plea for mercy has finished rolling off my lips.

He's already freed me and not only that, but He's also broken the snare!  Words can't express how THANKFUL I am that,

"We have escaped like a bird
from the snare of the fowlers;
the snare is broken,
and we have escaped!

Our help is in the name of the LORD,
who made heaven and earth."
Psalm 124:7-8


He made Heaven and Earth and just look at these amazing birds!
Evolved? I think not. These masterpieces point to their Creator!

Rejoicing in Him with you this week!

Oh!  Almost forgot...
Happy Valentine's Day to you!

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