Back in my golden years our family went through a rough time, which may be somewhat of an understatement, rough years may fit better. Mom always used to say "He watches the sparrows, He will take care of us." To this day I cannot walk on a sidewalk without seeing a sparrow carrying a piece of bread/treasure, and think of how He loves me. This is the story behind the title.
I find it weird how a heart can feel heavy. How I often get caught up in dreaming about life and death and beaches and laughing. I often listen to a song and it teleports me to when life was so innocent, not for the lack of guilt and mistakes, but for the abundance of trust and lack of pain. Weird how an iPod can do that, genius on Apples part. Oftentimes when laughing with friends, I will fall away into a gaze, sitting back and just taking it in. Taking in the laughs, the smiles, the tears, the jokes, and capturing that moment for some of life's darker times. They are sure to come, but I have chosen to love and dared to dream.
Tonight, we're off for a half-week long trip into the Mountains of North Carolina. I've been needing this. A retreat from the noise and fear and monotony of everyday living. The BB-Gun is ready for it's chance to find a can, or a poor squirrel, maybe a deer. The hatchet is ready to chop down that redwood I know is waiting for us in North Carolina. My pocket knife is sharpened, and ready to make an arrow.
