Three Birds in a Storm

Tears. God created me with a tender heart. Just looked out the window as a probable tropical storm revs into motion. There, by the big beautiful waterway upon the lush God-given glorious grass were three strong, sturdy, sweet big birds. The tears came quickly to the edge of my eyes.

I felt bad for them. I prayed for them. There they were not even knowing the extent of the storm that was coming. Maybe they did not even realize a storm had started. They just went about their normal morning activit...