The Fourth of July fell on a Friday. God woke up early, before any of us, and painted the sky the softest shade of heavenly blue.He blew a kiss into the air, offering us a gentle breeze against the summer humidity, and when I opened our front door, I saw that He had sent a fearless thrasher to our house. It stood perched atop the weather-worn edge of the porch with its long tail motionless, and it did not fly away, but lingered until I closed the door to keep it out.
Love the vivid imagery here!
