Standing at the kitchen sink, gazing at the rapidly growing corn and the blue skies, I watched my youngest daughter quickly pedal by.

Without training wheels.  All by herself; once again demonstrating how fleeting are the days of childhood, how quickly the battle for independence begins.  “I’ll do it myself!” has long been her mantra.  And so she has…

While observing the beauty of this lovely summer morn, I notice the gypsophila had begun to open.  I love this bushy plant, with its delicate white blooms.

Cookie joined me for a peek amongst the blossoms.

There was a quiet rustling noise, beneath the bush, which revealed a young robin, struggling valiantly amongst the leaves.

At first, I feared he had been wounded by the cat.  Within a few moments, I noticed he was tangled, quite tightly, in a length of string.

Calling for a pair of scissors, the children ran quickly to assist in freeing the bird.  Arthur gently held him down, while I was engaged in the lengthy task of untangling…first cutting, then unwinding and untying.  How he managed to secure himself so thoroughly is a mystery.   The robin remained quite still, throughout the entire process.  Once the last piece of string had been removed, Arthur slowly lifted his hand and a very grateful and unharmed bird flew quickly to the top of the large maple by the driveway.

Cheers of excitement and the realization that we were meant to release that little robin.  How lovingly our Lord cares for even the smallest of His creatures:

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
He made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple headed mountains,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky.

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
To gather every day.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

Cecil F. Alexander -1848