This seems a most appropriate feast day to share a memory that I have of my grandpa. I can remember many times during my childhood, teenage years, and even into my twenties that my grandpa would point to a bird and with a face full of wonder and delight, ask me "Now, look Lauren, who can make a bird but God?"
It may be a simple story but it has lasting sweetness for me. Whenever I see a single bird or a family of them flying swiftly through the air, I think of my grandpa and his faith and humility before God. Birds are a tremendous gift!
St. Francis: "My brothers, birds, you should praise your Creator."
St.Francis, pray for us.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Now, Who Can Make a Bird?
Posted by Confessions of a Steubie Wife at 6:41 AM
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2 comments:
That's so sweet...I have the same kind of response with snow. Everytime I see snow I immediately am recalled to God.
How touching. I love when you can see the wonder of creation through the eyes of another! You are very blessed to have had a Grandpa like that.
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