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Me, Me and Me

 Photos by John Randy Harrison http://www.pbase.com/jrandyh

29508107.yelrose01Year after year the birds sing.

Flowers bloom in the spring.

The sun rises and sets every day.

While life goes on no matter the trial or test, certain acts never change or stop.

What do these actions have in common?

Time. Beauty. Expectation.

31257435.cardinal01copyIf we woke up one morning and the news flashed “the sun didn’t rise this morning” most likely panic would erupt. That is if you could see.

When God sent the flood and basically cleaned up, Noah and his family were left to carry on. God sent a sign in the sky he would never again flood the earth. The rainbow was given just as flowers and birds to remind us of God’s presence. It is also a strong clue of God’s promise; and that he is still very much alive and in the business of running things.

The question arises often of how do you really get to know God?


First, look out of your window.

Second, listen to the birds singing.

Third, read his word, pray and enjoy some alone time with him.

As God has cleverly kept the sun rising and setting, rainbows showing up after storms these everyday occurrences are part of his Divine plan.  Like his nature appointments, he goes before us to meet us where we are.

The Creator of the Universe with all he has to do, awaits our call, our signal or effort to speak to him.  Whether he is stifling battles of politicians, coordinating that which is the impossible or working behind the scenes of turmoil he is like the friend you long to have.

The Holy Spirit sections off his people so that no matter how much time has passed, re-connecting picks up right where we left off.  God is like that with us.

Rattling off our needs, pains, and sufferings we are so self-absorbed we forget he has taken the time to listen. We forget to thank him for what he has done and will do.

We assume his phone line is always open waiting just for me, me and me.

We can talk to him anytime, night or day and he is always lending his ear.

He talks to us every day but our phone lines are so busy the call can’t get through our hard heads.

Maybe we should learn to meet him where he is. Who knows how exciting that could be?




Birds of Paradise

The video below is well worth the five minutes it takes to watch it.



Birds of A Feather don’t Always Like Each Other

Our bird feeder hangs from the flower bed  in front of the window in the dining room.

Not far from it, is a Hummingbird Feeder.

From our den, the view gives quite a story.

Certain types of birds flock around both of them all day.


(Above Photo Credits: John Randolph Harrison http://www.pbase.com/jrandyh)

The Cardinals who always arrive in pairs, dine almost everyday. So do the Sparrows but they come in bunches.  The Bluebirds visit occasionally. The Mockingbird doesn’t care much for the menu, but he shows up to make noise and annoy the others who are trying to enjoy a decent meal. The Hummingbirds frequent their feeder quite often.  However, these tiny little creatures prefer dining alone; that is sharing the feeder is not an option.

No group exists without a bad apple.  Blackbirds are large, obnoxious, arrogant feathered bullies who use their size to eliminate the competition. Not only are they insolent and rowdy they enjoy flying in groups of 2-3, land on top of the feeder while other smaller and less flamboyant birds fly away. Blackbirds then put on a show of egotism by literally crawling in a circle around the pole to the bottom where most of the food is. Consuming the seeds in accelerated fashion, Blackbirds reveal their greed and sloppiness. And, these birds are loud! As they eat, a shrill screech marks their territory. The sound is at times deafening.

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Filling the bird feeder requires sitting it on the sidewalk to fill it up. Spilling a portion on the sidewalk is a given but it never goes to waste. The Doves, who also always fly in pairs, come in for a daily landing to clean it up.  I love these birds with their quiet maneuvers and peaceful attributes.


Watching the birds has become a daily adventure. Never thought of myself as a “birdwatcher” but we do live in a “Bird Sanctuary.” We are blessed to observe a variety of small and large fowl from Hummingbirds to Egrets to the Golden Eagle.

What I didn’t know is birds have personalities, habits and lifestyles as unique and different as humans.

Depending on their size, discrimination is prevalent.

Fighting amongst themselves is a common thread.

Two are better than one.

Some birds are well liked by each other. Others are considered mean, unfriendly and impossible to get along with.

Enjoying games is a notable past time.

Fear of their predators is instinctive.

Feeding times are much like ours.

Matthew 6: 26 “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”

If I didn’t know better, I would think birds are relics of humans.

Some are beautiful, yet difficult.

Others may be intelligent, but cocky.

Many are colorful, dazzling in appeal and radiance.

Some aren’t as alluring or stylish, but make up for it in their composed and steady characteristics.

So what have I learned about birds?

They may not always get along with each other, but most want the same things in life.

The world may be a wreck but I believe most people no matter who they are, what background they come from or geographical location are no different than the birds.

Why? We all have the same Creator.Red heart





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The Minstrel in my Head

How I wish it were so. Instead are the sounds of rolling waves, back and forth, back and forth. The ballad is far from a serenade of a nightingale.

Yes, it is more like that of a crooner yodeling in my ears.evicted

This sad effort is of the one who has spoken debilitating thoughts to prevail my yearnings for the truth. This nave or monster roars as if he is the ocean with an alias name wishing to dwell in the depths of ear canals. It shall not be so.

This is a priority. What you hear, listen to or puncture your heart with seals your existence.

The good news is once you hear the songwriter’s articulate whispers the meddling voice of that dastardly beast becomes a no-brainer to listen to.

His tone is confident and understanding. He yields an intimate breath of life into yours with words of knowledge and wisdom. The presence of quiet is his solemn oath of peace. What he speaks is genuine, faithful and eternal.

Yes, it lasts forever.

Once you have met the great “I AM” everything changes. You want to go to war for him. You want to fight with passion for others to be unveiled as you were. Sharing HIM is all that matters.

Once you have crossed the line from a “soapbox from hell” to the flow of his breeze swishing by you, devilish angles become loathsome to you. Evil is now your allergen.glad your gone

Your personal aspirations to avoid sinister alignment of any kind become a sparring match for a “war horse.”  As you dwell in the shelter of the Most High he becomes your fortress against the villains’ darkness. Slowly, but surely you will rest in the shadows of the Almighty waiting and longing to hear his voice only.

Knowing his voice so clearly, you wonder how you missed it from the start.

If he is here now, where was he then?

Oh, but you see He isn’t the one who was lost. He stood beside you, behind you, attempted to block your way from the entrance to corruption.

It wasn’t until you allowed him to stop you, his voice became prevalent; a virtual sound of clarity and hope.

His words are his presence in the form of love. Like pearls, his languages of truth are secrets to his Kingdom.

So, the yodeling crooner is now a far off distant memory.

And the Minstrel of Heaven is the only melody playing in my Head.





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God’s Creation/Photography by Randy Harrison

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Genesis 1:1-2 “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth.”

 Psalm 1:3 “They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.”

Hosea 2:18 “In that day I will make a covenant for them with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air and the creatures that move along the ground. Bow and sword and battle I will abolish from the land, so that all may lie down in safety.”

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A Flying Lesson

This morning I had a nature lesson in taking it one step at a time.
’s timing is perfect.


He allowed me to observe and learn from his 2 legged creatures.

Only God could use the unpretentious and immature to captivate my attention for almost 2 hours.

In my swivel chair in the mornings with a cup of coffee and God I ponder his words while enjoying a simple and endearing view. Only this morning offered a little action.

The house next to us sits a marsh. As I have posted before, we live in a Bird Sanctuary. I am intrigued as I watch a Great Blue Heron that must live in the marsh make his daily perch on the dead tree in the distance. Egrets, ducks,  hawks, and many others brighten our area with their stopover visits.

This morning gave me a show of a baby dove taking what appeared to be his first flight. With mom/dad nearby the little one evidently flew next to them over our fence but landed in our pool. As I watched in horror the parent dove landed on the side hopelessly observing this child floundering in the water.

Before I jumped to rescue the little bird, I watched as the parent dove walked around
in circles letting the little one know he/she was right there. The pool sides are too slick
as the baby dove tried and tried to climb out but couldn’t.

Being the soft hearted mush I am when it comes to wildlife I could not sit
there any longer and watch this dove die in my pool.

Great Egret

As I quietly walked over and retrieved the net, the parent dove remained until I got too close and it flew away. Praying to God this little dove was not hurt, I gently lifted it onto the net and sat it on the cement. Scared and cold, it shivered. It sat. It didn’t move.

The Holy Spirit prompted me to let nature take its course and leave. As I continued reading the Bible the little bird just sat there. Resting for almost 30 minutes it finally moved. All the while the 2 parents were flying back and forth and sitting on the rooftops
“cooing” to let the little one
know they were not abandoning him.

Matthew 6:34 “”So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.”

The little dove slowly crept over to the Palm tree where it appeared to be fluttering its wings as if to dry them off. Relieved, I observed one of the parent’s fly into the yard right next to the baby dove. Flying to the top of the fence about 5 feet away, the parent dove was showing the little one the next step.

After a few minutes when the little dove didn’t follow their lead, the parent dove flew back down next to the baby. The two marched around each other like they were having a conversation. Words like,

“You can do this. I have raised you and trained you to fly. Now get up and fly.”

Red Tailed Hawk

Again, the parent dove flew to the top of the fence as if showing the little one what to do.

Waiting and watching for almost 15 minutes, the little dove finally took off and landed exactly where the parent dove had perched on the top of the fence.

After resting awhile, the baby dove flew away following the parents.

One step at a time, the parents coached and led the baby dove to fly. As he hit a stump in the road by falling into the pool, the parents stood guard on the roofs nearby.

Like the Good Samaritan, God used me to aid in his rescue.

Isn’t this like God the Father? He stands by, sends help and coaches us along the travels of despair and errors?

We all need guidance, but we have to decide to fly on our own.

Great Blue Heron

In other words, what appeared as a failed flight was a step in learning to get up again.

How many times do we fall in the water? How many times do we get up again?

As often as it takes to reach for the extended hand of the Father who is always waiting to pick us up.

Matthew 6:26 “Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?”





Photo Credits by Randy Harrison http://www.pbase.com/jrandyh

Guardian Dove