When I was out for a walk earlier this afternoon, I heard a vaguely familiar sound. I looked across the river and saw an eagle flying towards a tree. To my utter amazement it joined three other eagles, all of whom were squawking up a storm. Amazing! I love eagles and find them to be a sacred bird. I was so grateful to encounter them. I stood and watched them perched there and then made my way to the edge of the embankment and took a photograph of them. I was across the river and it seemed like a huge abyss. I wanted to get closer but had no way. I thought of the poor rich man looking over at Lazarus, enjoying paradise while he suffered. So close and yet so far.

I have had close and mystical experiences with eagles and I remain awe-struck with them. They have such majesty in flight and appearance. I met a man along the trail when I returned to it and he seemed so disinterested because one eagle is always in that tree. I told him there were four there now and he seemed a bit more interested but still not fascinated.

God overgives and we underwhelm. Why is that? Why are we not taken aback hundreds of times during the day with all the miracles that we encounter? We can be ungrateful or feel entitled when really we could spend every moment dropping to our news in wonder. Help me to have eyes wide open with wonder and a heart that sings Your praises with joy and gratitude.

Peace,

Suzanne