Change

When Ryan cut down the half-dying tree that stood sadly like an aging sentinel at the corner of our house, I was afraid the birds that lived and played there would be forced to move on and find new homes.  They have.  But alas, I see them now, flitting around the bushes and shrubs in my wilderness garden on the opposite side of the house.  They seem to hold no grudges and sing and play just as merrily as before, trusting God to care for them no less then when the tree was their home.