About a week ago, God sent a night hawk to nest near our apartment complex. How do I know this? Well, this night hawk flies overhead every night, speaking his strange night hawk language...beeeuut....beeeuut....beeeuut(or maybe that's what I think he sounds like).
Anyway, as I was laying in bed one night, God asked me to be praying every time I heard this night hawk....I will call him Harry. So Harry is my call to prayer and it's funny because he ALWAYS gets my attention. And then my heart thrills because I know God is using him to remind me to pray. For some people God uses bells, for me, night hawks:)
Love,
birdie
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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