More Than We Imagine

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. 

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