🌸
Feeding the Birds — Feeding My Soul
There’s something sacred about the water — how it mirrors the sky yet moves with its own quiet rhythm.
As I stood there feeding the ducks and birds, I felt the whisper of God’s presence:
“See how they trust? They don’t question if there will be enough. They simply come when they’re called.”
Each ripple reminded me that peace is not found in rushing but in resting — and provision flows when trust leads.
I thought of all the times I’ve tried to control outcomes, only to learn that grace has a better plan.
Today, I simply watched the water and whispered a prayer of thanks.
For every unseen miracle.
For every pause that became protection.
For every chapter still being written in love.
Life has a rhythm — and today, it sounded like soft wings, sunlight through the trees, and the quiet peace of knowing all is well.
🌿 Feeding the birds, feeding my soul. 🌹