I hear the birds and crickets early this morning. The rain left on the trees is slowly finding its way to the ground. The birds build their nests in the trees, singing all the while. They know where to find their food, and they drink from the puddles, ponds, and lakes. Their faith in that being provided is a natural. Sometimes we have to ask ourselves, now who is the faithful species. Which one got it right. They know they’re provided for and they never attempt on their own to find a better way, for what better way is there. How does a glass house on shifting sand make it better. How does a better mode of travel make it faster, in the long run. It doesn’t, but getting there can distract us from God and keep us busy. No question marks here. These beautiful creatures enjoy their days as they work and play. We as people have to find better ways. We miss the nest in the tree for the struggle of finding a better way to live, a better struggle to find the home in our minds. Sing in harmony one day a week because the other days are filled with things we view important. We need a faster way of travel and time saving devices. We forgot along the way how to rest in the nest, drink from the water provided, and not worry so much about how we are fed. We failed to allow faith to be in our nature. We control under our own steam. Oh my, look where that got us. Turn from the world with a misguiding view of a better way. When people began to hoard food in the grocery stores, it was hard to find anything left. I went to the feed and seed store, and nobody was there. We forgot the ground will provide what the shelves in the stores are missing. Our forefathers put plow to the ground and a prayer over the seed, with thankfulness in the harvest. At least, mine did. None of them were ever without a roof, a warm fire, or food from the ground. Porch sitting with neighbors was a frequent activity and cooking for your family and theirs when they were sick was imbedded in the heart. A sturdy home in solid ground didn’t look good enough. A glass house on shifting sand gave a better appeal. May we ever be reminded, in the good times and the bad, man’s views and opinions can’t outwit the ways of God. We live in the world but we are not of the world. The ways of the Lord are not popular and they are not attractive to the world. I love sitting with the Lord in the woods. He reminds me of so many things that we forgot along the way. Psalm 23 is a way of life, and Matthew 6 is an instruction.