after a good nap, i saw something i had not seen in years: a squadron of feeding cedar waxwings. they attacked a spray of mistleto like airborne piranhas, consuming all of the pearl-like berries in seconds. i could imagine a mist of blood in their wake, high in the water oak tree, as the waxwings flew to their next target.
speaking of blood, the sacrificial kind, here is the Word for the day from John 14: 6 - "... I am the way and the truth and the light; no one comes to the Father except through me."
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