Masked Messenger

“Parting is such sweet sorrow” . . . Juliet’s poignant words to Romeo from the balcony echo mine from the Greatland’s snow-capped cathedrals as we pack-up to board high speed aluminum tubing on Monday, soaring through the skies for the Great Smoky Mountains. Lord willing, however, as Arnold often touted . . .  “I’ll be back!’ 😊

Took a customary ‘farewell hike’ today gathering scenes of solitude, grateful for being able to wander through this special corner of creation these past few months. Perhaps it was ‘coincidence’, but I choose to believe it was my Abba who sent a small, masked messenger to greet me.

Canada Jays, also known as Camp Robbers, are known for their notoriety in stealing food from camps and cabins. However, this little fellow ‘criminal’ took nothing, and silently lit on my hand to comfort and bid me adieu.

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2!

“But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.”

Matthew 10:29-30

Keep Looking Up ^ . . . His Best is Yet to Come!