Granted, birds have ample food sources during the summer; they may not necessarily need a birdfeeder. Life is good. Yet I find myself calling, in the manner that St. Francis (Francis of Assisi) is said to have summoned birds to himself, to the birds, whoever and wherever they are, to come to our feeder.
It makes me think about the Prodigal Son. He had everything. But he didn't hear his truest call. He only heard what he wanted to hear. Until he couldn't even hear that.
It was only then that God could speak to him.
Come winter, I hope the birds return.
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