There is a cardinal that has come to live in my back yard. Scarlet as life’s own flow made ever more by
this lush summers green. He flitters
here and there always making just enough noise to woo me away from my reading
but not disturb me. I believe he has
been sent to remind me that God loves me.
Anyone who can think up a crimson flying feathered sweetness must in
always be love. In one of the darkest
periods of my life when I sat chained to darkness there was a cardinal that
came every day to sit at my window, an angel in colored hope, witnessing to me
of Him who made color and loved me as well.
Crimson is often God’s love language.
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