I’m sitting at the kitchen table as I glance at a stockpile of unshelled peanuts I placed on the deck a week ago.
The peanuts, half-covered in snow, haven’t attracted all the winter birds and animals I had heard they might.
But today, and what seemed like all at once, bluebirds and cardinals find the peanuts. They flap about with joy in what appears like a dance of rejoicing. I watch those tiny beaks grasp and then carry off enormous peanuts.
I have so many more peanuts inside.
I think of Christmas blessings and God’s storehouse of mercy and good gifts we can never exhaust.