If only I could have faith as a 'Feather on the Breath of God.' 1
I love birds for their color and music. When I walk to work, they sound far more beautiful than any choir. Birds are so delicate and fragile, yet they move freely without any inhibition or fear. Despite the claim that they have such small brains and are therefore dumb, birds seem to live carefree.
If there is a Creator God, His eye must be on them 2 to keep birds safe as they fly, perch, or scratch the ground searching for worms. Birds seem to have no stress or care in this world.
If only I could have such faith. I suppose I should claim the privilege since I too am a Fowl.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to be a 'Fat Old White Lady.' I would have never realized my identity without the current cultural instruction.
God works in His own, perfect, miraculous ways, His wonders to perform in me. As I hope to have the faith of a 'Feather on the Breath of God,' 3 and continue trying to follow a Kito diet, I will be quite content waiting on His will in my life and pray, 'Breathe on me Breath of God.' 4
1. Hildagard Von Bingem
2. His eye is on the sparrow
3. Hildagard Von Bingem
4. Breathe on Me Breath of God
