I’ve always love the number three.
Three sons.
The three best things of my whole entire life.
If you know anything
about me
it’s that I adore my Dad and he is
a carpenter.
He spent the time
and helped
my three sons
make these bluebird houses a few years back.
My part of the job was to find poles to mount them.
And I failed.
At least for a time.
But
THIS TIME.
Quarantine. Social distancing. Ruminating over past and present and things to come.
Somehow it all makes me want to finish
everything.
And so I found these precious birdhouses
my dad
and my boys
made with their own hands.
And finally we mounted them and we are grateful and
we wait.
The bluebirds will come.
New life will come.
Healing and hope and seasons and gatherings and community and
LIFE
will come again.
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness!
Lamentations 3:22-23 TMV