Restored

He restoreth my soul,
Psalm 23:3a KJV

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It was a cold, gray, rainy Thursday. I felt cold and gray, too. The past few weeks had been full of purpose, and I discovered that I had the strength to do whatever the day would bring. It wasn’t my strength. I knew that. But it was more than sufficient for what I had to do.

Now, though, the crisis was past. My mission was complete. I was tired and maybe a little discouraged. I sat, in robe and pajamas with Hunter sleeping on my lap, playing game after game of Scrabble on my Kindle, and felt sorry for myself.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement outside the window. A hummingbird was hovering and looking in.

They’re back! Suddenly I had a new assignment. I hopped up to make hummingbird food, take a shower and find the feeders. It wouldn’t do to keep that bird waiting.

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He restoreth my soul. He always does. And sometimes He uses a little bird to do it.