It’s national Haiku Poetry Day and Tax Day and the Word Prompt is FRET and it’s my nephew Anthony’s birthday.
Can I combine everything into one worthy blog post?
I will talk about something else.
Late last night (after looking at my arms in the mirror and thinking about summer), I searched online for easy arm exercises.
I don’t want to use weights.
And, I don’t want to get down on the floor.
I don’t want to join a gym
Or buy stretchy plastic straps
Or a medicine ball.
So I searched for
“exercises you can do while seated”
I found yoga poses (nope, on the floor)
Then I searched for
And I found what I was looking for: simple arm circles.
It doesn’t look like spring out there, but it’s time to think about wearing short sleeves. (Thus, the arm exercises.)
Because everything is covered with a thick blanket of Minnesota April snow, My daughter has been feeding the birds and even making bird muffins to set out on the snow-filled bird bath.
Dark-eyed juncos, chickadees and an occasional woodpecker scrambled around, up and down getting seeds and playing king of the bird feeder.
Birds can be cranky about their food.
Even I, a casual human observer, could tell which ones were prone to selfish hoarding.
God cares for the birds.
They manage to find food all winter long — even when we forget to fill the feeder or get lax making bird muffins.
Not one sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t worry! You are more valuable to him than many sparrows. Matthew 10:29-31, Living Bible
God notices us and cares for us despite all our fussing around. Despite our selfishness. Even when we are acting proud or when we are sad.
You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book. Psalm 56:8
God cares for you, his valuable, treasured creation.
(Flabby arms and all.)
(c) Lisa M. Luciano